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I and He, He and I

Walking up a steeply-ancient cobblestreet, old witchwomen observe The young man passing, sweating blood. He has his cross to bear, His words to justify, Betraded for silver His friends to forgive, His life to forget. A tangle of barbthorns is his armour; He rules over death: Looks well in a tomb! Vinegar is his wine, Children are his mentors, Criminals are his company His life was led according to his favourite adage: "Do unto others are you would like them to do unto you".

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Date: 10/15/2024 2:53:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 11/9/2020 7:01:00 AM
I wrote about death today also, this is an interesting first post, not sure if this guy is a sinner or saint.. Welcome to poetry soup..
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Eanna Butler
Date: 11/9/2020 7:59:00 AM
Thank you very much. I wrote this in 1996 actually...

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