Where rivers flow and willows weep,
where moonshine spreads its cheesy grin,
there will be promises to keep
of primal fear and mortal sin.
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This is a dark piece of poetry herbert, i could imagine some preacher barking this from the pulpit, warning us that were taking the wrong path, and will end up below the pearly gates, with a little bit of deep heat, but herbert it is full of interest gives a little look into the cranium of herbert the poet Warm regards allan
Very dark...you gave me chills.