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mortals
the mortals tell the story
and i fell, down
to the level up & fielded;
there are many passer-by,
a trunk of spite & looks and go
i fell
down
the way-ward pike, curved in satin and bone.
i fell up and down & no control,
dear god
catch me, the hand of glory-ridden rags
and i fell, down
to the level up & fielded;
there are many passer-by,
a trunk of spite & looks and go
i fell
down
the way-ward pike, curved in satin and bone.
i fell up and down & no control,
dear god
catch me, the hand of glory-ridden rags
Published 28th Aug 2021
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28th Aug 2021 2:58am
I love the shirt.. three miles run/walk... totally awesome... I do hope it was for a great cause as well. In addition much poetic respect to your beautiful musing
