Out From The Pit - Poem by Timothy Duffy
I'm on to something say I not
For He is on to me
The WORD I chase will never rot
So endless, He lives free
Is it the ocean salt that saves
This tasty Bread of Life?
Yet, who created ocean waves
And conquered all of strife?
Around in circles I may go
Through finite space n'time
Be it fast o'be it slow
It's naught to do with slime!
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