so much of who we are comes down to painwe choose to fear our thoughts and not to restwhen all we have to do is just abstainfrom acting and let others do their bestto show their zeal and justify their zestour hearts belong to the soft flute and lyreand all we do is temper your desireyour choice is simple come in from the rainand leave to others now the daily testsome things should be as obvious and plainas if they had by others been confessedbut you would move at their not our behestto raise your voice in that abysmal choirand all we do is temper your desireyou don't expect to go against the grainwithout some price being instantly assessedlife is not life without some darkling baneupon your body at some time being pressedyou do not hold such things close to your breastbut flee at once from indications direand all we do is temper your desireto act with thought will bring you greater gainthan thoughtless action you would soon detestthat should be obvious and not arcanethis is no time for foolishness or jestas better folk than you can well attestyou have to show your worth to any buyerand all we do is temper your desire
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
19 September 2008
sage admonitions
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