And to the tenseness I have put my mind
So strained the conscious thought
That I have forgotten all I have ever learned
From whence all this was brought;
Adhered to tasks, through hoops leaped
Strong-brewed my earthly ale,
Drunk deeply at the trough of joy
Turned ruddy from youthful pale;
Bound together stray items loose
Forged in triumphal feat,
Slipped deep into despair's vault
Yet tasted victory sweet;
But now as night lingers ahead
My elbows worn at life's lathe
Now a sterner trial awaits
In the courtroom of my faith
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Aloha Paul... Thorough rhythm and rhyme... smacks of a few of mine... syllabics count that droning numb, which makes one look up whilst at the corner café'... saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... I know this thought making tune! [Bound together stray items loose]... Great Gobs 'o' Goose Shite! this line is as tight... as that neo-conning noose around our Pres' neck... less or more...The dotted line... awesome prayer Frank... I will keep this one with mine... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.