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284 posted on
04/28/2004 7:00:13 AM PDT by
SAMWolf
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Weeds

Poor, homely, unloved things beside the way,
That strive in voiceless ignominy, still
Undaunted though downtrodden, to fulfill
Your appointed purpose! Patient the long day
Ye take the buffetings of scornful clay,
Sustained by that small portion of God's dew
Which thick-strewn dust permits to fall on you.
And live where finer herbs must wilt away.
Have ye too, dreams of better things to be?
Of worlds in which the crooked shall be straight,
Where all that are in bondage shall be free,
And lifted up all those of low estate?
Where, to the thought that knows the potent seeds,
Weeds shall be e'en as flowers, flowers as weeds.
William Herbert Carruth
Michael miserable failureMoore
285 posted on
04/28/2004 7:00:44 AM PDT by
SAMWolf
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To: SAMWolf
Great music this morning, 2 fifties and 2 Gospel tunes.
Love "Morning Has Broken" with the harmonicas. :-)
287 posted on
04/28/2004 7:21:41 AM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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