In Six Days The World Is Created - Poem by Patti Masterman
In six days, the world is created;
In five days, if you don't count the cars;
Constellations of stars,
Men brawling in bars.
In four days, if you forget the booze,
And all fermented brews,
And chimney flues,
And public zoos.
In three days, if you take off the clothes;
Subtract archery and bows,
Crops in rows,
In two days, if you return Adam's rib;
And the serpent's fib,
And the betrayal, forgive.
In one day; if you take it all away;
You're back at the start,
Still sitting in the dark;
Except then, there's no 'you';
Which means- these words too-
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