strung high on the wall
oak and pine
mahogany mine
the eyes of mercy they are thine
We look for the better angels of our nature
we look in vain
speak truth
cost as it may
every seeking a narrower way
ever weak
however strong
they are most beautiful before they're gone
Whitewashed
given foothold and license
you snuck in here on a folk song
try yourself
do something
rise from the ground like a flower
prove to be
be found to be
What does the lord require
to do justly
to love mercy
to walk humbly on his ground
he does set straight with a glance
guilt washed down in weeping
Don't come around my dreams no more
with a fist full of stick
come in the smile of Elijah
he is the lord and healer of the sick
Les absents ont toujours tort
les absents ont toujours tort
lyrics by David Eugene Edwards









Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
just as i expected it to be.
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<salshep> but then I have a thing for wood
Thanks for the Watch!
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
[link]
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accept the worst, expect the worst, DEMAND the worst
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