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Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Summing of Unbecoming

Sanity displayed is madness allayed
One plays like gold lute, gently a’ strumming
It’s “brother” oft’ cries, with voice torn and frayed
A voice described as, most…unbecoming
Emotional distress…canker of eye
Rainbows tilt, flowers wilt…sour and numbing
The bird so disturbed, should take wing and fly
He stains with his touch…most…unbecoming
A smiling countenance…much desired
Whistling, buoyant…perpetually humming
The man who can’t laugh…makes others tired
A millstone round neck…most unbecoming
On distant hill…they’re calling…and drumming
Oh! Barren angst…end…Free me…I’m coming

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