those are the costs that others have to pay
but we don't know just what's the final price
all of our senses have to go astray
some have to do enough just to allay
the ones who would have given good advice
those are the costs that others have to pay
the strings that hold us tightly rub and fray
we do not know if their clutch will suffice
all of our senses have to go astray
only the foolish will pause here to pray
in the belief that the reply is nice
those are the costs that others have to pay
a newer method will soon have its day
and we'll deploy a shinier device
all of our senses have to go astray
the choice is always either die or slay
turn into virtue every ancient vice
those are the costs that others have to pay
all of our senses have to go astray
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
24 February 2008
assessment of value
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