The Good Book

The Good Book

A Poem by SKIP Faherty

Red 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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Added on December 25, 2014
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SKIP Faherty
SKIP Faherty

Eichenzell, Deutschland, Germany



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