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By rondtm
We've been made mad driven to babble on Twisting and contorting the words beyond recognition Pitting one against the other And what works we have built up Tiny pieces of salt one atop the other Hardened by experience ever reaching Noble intentions inspire grand constructions indeed While some human elements erode what we have wrought from within These pillars of stone bear no malice It is the clay beneath that undermines their foundation And sets them to topple Upon my noggin Birds nestle down and flock together Like bees work hives and swarm as one To shelter their little ones The secret that everyone knows Is the shame no one will admit to A crime unconfessed Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 06:33 AM PST 0 • 1
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"We've been made mad driven to babble on..."