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About This Poem
Strife of the Gall
Living a life in the fall
providing one has gall
proof of no worth at all
handwritten on the wall
proves one is short is all
Precept thus doeth abide
concepts slip and slid
lies thus are hard to hide
precept is eagle’s glide
corpses in dust we hide
Serpents thus do slither
deeds on slime thither
as storm clouds gather
egos blame each other
deceits of stormy weather…
Selah
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