WINE AND GATES

tiny breeds rhyming angels

the seasons changed like an egg
one hand for simple candor of the joys we have seen
the other to make believe salt is a changing worth in our legend
the stray notion of courage and its hunger was, the shape of been

the note of an angel, in the forward parts of a city of mention:
could a soft place for the arts of dissuasion and the alternate face of keen
know the limits in which we create the following days of contention
like the bump of the proverbial night, say we, it has been

the road to the sun comes to mind
like a chance on their good fortune and nature to excell
we berate the climate of consciences for the times
as we are, the tooth of vocation sits well

these things we know, the life of a surmised suggestion
comes to those that have the sense to enjoy it
honour be patient, the ides of imagination
have the stomache to pray, even the chemistry of whit

therefore, the day is made for life triumphant
a kind and curiousity to dwell with the nature of things
a heat for the serious, its way amid the coulds of need
and a chill for the reach of destiny in loves way, the causes of totals of the way to living


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