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NOT MUCH BUT WEE


Not much but wee
Bit of space I need
Of my maternal weed
Before my being ceases

Long before time really was
None but God only was
His being brought cause
Of all that is, and of cause
Even that which no one knows

To know one needs not see
Like the river has had no eyes ever
Yet its course it does not miss
If you thought life is for the clever
Take care its only folly you endeavor

Those days I was at yet
But I know of a weed
That lived among the least
Whence no one ever great
Yet one another ever they dare'nt
In spite that days were ever wet

So in those days the weed lived
But bore no seed but one
Only that time when he had to give
To land what was it's own
And to God like wise
Then we could call nothing out of him

So of him was left the seed
No wonder they call her Sidi
Thriving was necessary her need
To save her breed of cease
And her strife did God heed
So she became a seed indeed.

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