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The Old Soul Ponders

The Old Soul Ponders The Old Soul Ponders Old soul, ripped its tent and retired into another long daylight fog Pay the wages, old age is soundly mired in the barks of a lazy dog Serpent like- Each day twists its tail where angels fear to ever tread Sticky- Those tentacles leading to Hell rude awakening even for the dead Tunnel is long and dark with no light thrashers cutting stalks for the corn Bruised thoughts invade before the fight as wisdom belches out its high scorn! Alas! Wise words shot me in my back as blood soaked my racing feet. For courage was never what I lack Yet Time eternally laughs at our defeat! Robert J. Lindley , 11-17-2015

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Date: 11/18/2015 1:25:00 PM
The old soul ponders a lot...very nice Robert
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