Lordly Bowl
12-18-19
Call it a spirit cage
Of old and new age
As to see and find out
Just where we wind out
For the rage of the victor
We are all beginners in God for anchors among watering places
And arrows in my quiver
Why do you shiver
Singing by ones inlets where we sank there
We fall yet dead but still alive
In a lightening round in my corner of the boxing ring
Need some descent drinking water
Why do we sit among sheepfolds in great coaches
Amen, the heart for successive largeness of coal of dry nose skin
Comely the same sin....
Village Life Ceases
12-18-19
Busy playing by the rules
O, how can anyone manage
That I miss my cat like a quadruple life
A launch and three quarters
By the noise of answers where I could not distinguish
Power to be realized good enough for another load of laundry
No such insurmountable obstacle
In what is real in Jael we keep telling our bell as to curse its inhabitants
Bitterly now quite half full into the valley under His command
Reaching our recruiter's staff where village life ceases
And you don't want to find out
Marching from the field of Eden
I miss my cat....
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