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Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Generations

Generations

They go where time does not expire
And wait for no new moon
Winter falls in summer’s swoon
The creeping vine begins to seed
A world explodes in endless fire
Mouths fill with the taste of mead
And liquor turns the stoutest liar
Some obstacles become a boon
If, of our lives, we do take head
We walk all day on tight rope wires
And end up with the greatest wound
So shall we soon change our tune?
We make ourselves fulfill our need
Our grandest wish becomes desire
More will come like endless weeds
Of everything you will tire
It will come full circle soon
And the look will be parent to the deed

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