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Aequitas A Poem by L. P. Hawkins Endless path forever bound To mind in vine and worth; Forward naught to travel when The two white mares trod earth. Pass their gaze then look away, Lest hear your stray thoughts churn. Shy the eye--no sunlight in Against the temples' burn. Allow their drink in open stream To slake your lonesome thirst. Taste the berries on the branch When ripened skin has burst. Lay your head on tall-grass'd lawn And count the leaves astray. Resume your travels only when The mares have gone their way...and so I have. � 2007 L. P. Hawkins |
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