WINE AND GATES

Friday (Alka Seltzer) the 13th

coal has a winner's ghost to it
like a drop of sunshine in the eye
we remember it simply for the nye of a liberty's whit
come complete to arduosness that has, a purpose for wry

so then, where do we start?
in the end, it was a hardship of rage to tell the youth about
the miracle of filial love, to sorts, is a humour of cant to heart
the reason of guile has become omnipresent, and a fish out of water is allowed

so um, was the race worth it?
the truth be told, the reality of a single kiss
is more than enough to reach for a suppose that is
but, a weal of drama in ones life is never more than a philosopher's wish

so again, who won?
part to point, privacy to persist
we are all an image of choice when sought for, even a dragon
has the moment to give the necessity of this

been with the powers, the world has its flowers
like a breath of must, we come to these for love
when the day has a yore, the service to lips of gain, have intuitively soured
so who is a marvel of judgment that comes for those that could?




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