On bent knee
My clothes wrent
My body wasted
On knee I return, bowed.
Far, far better
To serve, if nothing else.
Disinherited?
With that I can live,
If I can but serve.
It's enough.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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The undocked ramblings of a chronic rambler
1 comment:
I'll look forward to your call.
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