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Burying the Hatchet

Of all the things I do resent,
Time takes most precedence;
For He's a Thief- the giver of Grief,
And a Lover of the Present...

Today he plots to plague my thoughts,
And wrought His plans for Pain!
Ideals are fraught, my Mind hath caught-
His buried hatchet in my Brain

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Don Johnson October 12, 2013 at 5:36 PM an amusing twirl of information, almost missed....love it babe.... Just That Archaic Poet October 13, 2013 at 6:39 AM Thanks as always, Don; glad you enjoyed :)

Jon A Cavanaugh October 12, 2013 at 2:08 PM Very witty figurative piece here. With two wonderful veiled figures of speech. 1)"A hatchet job" on your brain. and the offended party has 2) "buried the hatchet". Just That Archaic Poet October 13, 2013 at 6:40 AM Very astute of you, Jon, but I would expect no less from you. You nailed the meaning of the whole piece. Thanks for the read and review :)