i thistled my love
into the thorns
and ran her all about
...
forgiveness just once
i asked one time
so my retribution go unpaided
...
if only i could put out the stars
and watch them fall
now just dead lumps of coal
...
my heart has become so harden by sadness
that is now only
a statue
of my misery
...
as a flower towards the sun
she sprung from ground then won
a place in fairer air
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do not fall nor let fall things about you
nor failure be your call and creed
but strike hard against those things that assail thee
and in giving fight know the moral right
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erol ferrel my feral friend
fed food to his new pet fishes
for weeks on end
...
if only beauty
had all the goodness hope and righteousness
we project into it
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ripe berries for fairies
who disdain grain and dairy
as their divine taste
are sugary sweet
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i know people who will swear by kissing
and say pass it around
and are always kissing one another
...