Merry it is that you
look on this day
with holy woe.
It was this cracked
surface.
This blocked tomb
that the events did
carry on.
Be foul, but look you
a friendly face
To hide your
wounded fear.
Pitch your bio forth,
to a kind and open
ear.
7/28/10
Be foul, but look you a friendly face
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