The Good BookA Poem by SKIP FahertyRed knees present. Bent on wood. Word given. From
the book. Nothing truly understood. Only the Utterer of the mean look. Lecture
what is their marvel. Leaving leaky borders of rabble. Trust not what is not
given. The truth of our forgotten
heaven. Share that what is buried. Deep within your mental maze. Peaceful raising can amaze. Simply with the
gentle phrase. © 2014 SKIP Faherty |
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