Each swollen word, each pause, each phrase,
Must carry forth a tune unsung,
Each line, each little thought must raise
It's game beyond the bottom rung.
Though our climb be proud or humble,
Each step deserves insightful care
Else you sudden slip or stumble
And so from joyful tidings tear.
Thus a whole should be all one
As pieces justify their worth
And all revealed beneath the sun
Should justify each rightful birth.
(CBB Dec 2011)
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