Sunday, December 16, 2007

 

The Salty Brew

How nice when blood just stays at home piddling round a clock.
Never given much to care less much that blood's a part.
Never one was born with blood who never knew it shine.
Some danger clue alarm remind us look be warned a clot.

What days we breathe in utter loss too ken to ken too proud.
Every man's a chemist's set with beaker slides and burning.
Creating life sustaining life child's play at from beginning.
Inner man was thought the house of loving care and solace.

Where saving turns for help in time a thought will never dare.
Seeths a move most done before that purpose now defends.
We've brought this move from afar without hung fruit in tending.
Well there it is pick at will return the pit for mending.

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