reaching the end of one more white marl road
you pause to think of just why you walk here
knowing each day that they may change the mode
those were the places where no honey flowed
and every season seemed equally drear
reaching the end of one more white marl road
so much accounted for in every load
and the conclusion never yet comes near
knowing each day that they may change the mode
nobody listened when the rooster crowed
and you found out no one was left to hear
reaching the end of one more white marl road
you were the one on whom it was bestowed
and now you find the blessing was not dear
knowing each day that they may change the mode
this is the message in the secret code
orders to which no person will adhere
reaching the end of one more white marl road
knowing each day that they may change the mode
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
12 May 2008
sunblind and tired
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