I know a man by his clothes,
A woman I know also;
Do I recognise the baby?
Of course, I do by its torso.
I know bright weather from stormy,
I recognize rain from snow;
Do I notice sleet?
Of course, I do it comes down on show.
I know a liar by his words,
i see truth from within;
Do I detect evil?
Of course, I do by committing a sin.
I know an apple from an but its shape,
I identify a peach from an apricot;
Do I comprehend a snowberry?
Of course, I do it a poisonous crop.
I know workers from malingers,
I know success from failure;
Do I know Christ?
Of course, I do he’s was the Saviour.
I know healthiness from disease,
I know strong cheeks from pallid;
I know dead devours all,
I know also being dead is being invalid.
I know all there is to know,
I know a dwarf from an elf;
I know a fool by his face,
I know everything except myself.
Note. A snowberry is a Symphoricarpos, commonly known as the snowberry, waxberry, or ghostberry, is a small genus of about 15 species of deciduous shrubs in the honeysuckle family.
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