those are the boundaries we may not cross
a world lies out there we're not to know
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss
this comes without a comment or a gloss
we have to take it as a simple blow
those are the boundaries we may not cross
the symbol is no more than a vague floss
you have no reason to laugh nor to crow
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss
water will fall into the ditch or fosse
we won't expect to see a healthy glow
those are the boundaries we may not cross
on the old wall we watch for new green moss
and for the lichens that on stone will grow
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss
you think that virtue means you are the boss
and every change must come to us quite slow
those are the boundaries we may not cross
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
13 June 2008
challenge and response
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