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Wrestle With Me

Wrestle with me; the small voice weighs as does your brother when he prays. There's much so wrong, but also right I can council if you invite; Shepherd your tenet when it strays. Don't live in atavistic daze; closed minds the playground where He preys. Surrender not, put up a fight; wrestle with me. You love your pleasure, languid ways; that sort of life, it soon decays. As you retire to bed tonight dreaming of your next day's delight; think long before your lust obeys, wrestle with me.

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Date: 8/8/2022 7:39:00 AM
A fine roundel with a very interesting theme, Terry. I enjoyed it.
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Terry Miller
Date: 8/13/2022 12:34:00 AM
Thank you, Milton; I appreciate your comments, as always.

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