My boy turned a page trying to prove
That ever since his bottles and spirit
He had grown old and sufficient,
Like the pages of my binder.
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Why is it
that I no longer love
your boots?
Never care for me
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Stride across the lake and stroll across,
Placing your feet where there is nothing;
Water attaches itself to humans. Humans learn
To swim, and be happier with effervescent liquid.
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I have learned too much from the soul
That I have seen the Creator,
The Lord of all that exists:
He shares my life as if nobody begets Him,
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I am on a chase
In the names of your oddity;
Retort the armies of pleasure,
A service has eliminated me.
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My promise is to God for goodness
Is seen. It is muttered on the tongue,
Released by the heart, as it sways
To the bridge of eternity we cross.
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I have flummoxed the description of thoughts
That the painting established by pasting my own;
I chuck like a knock my fist at the clock of ringing,
Time innovates its executants who hew the place.
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