Law
There’s nothing on the inside
my wife’s been soren to call
Or something on the outside
my doctor’s warn to all
And never any insight
for lawyer’s claus to slaw’l
Or ever any vinedite
for honor’s cause to loll
I offer up to vine-light
my moral claws for all
and haven’t any sin light
for oral laws to call
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2021
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