Friday, September 6, 2013

Of Comfort Let No Man Speak Comments

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Time’s glove destroys love's equipoise, from Peter steals, pays Paul,
whatever ploy's employed, enjoyed, strength peters, keels, seals pall.
Who led, ahead, too soon instead's enshrouded, crown abdicated,
beyond life's shore lies comfort's core, dismissed, missed, place vacated.
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Jonathan ROBIN
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