Mark Nealy · May 22, 2010
Incarnate

See the women walking,
Help her out.

See the poor man starving,
Walk on by.

See the kitten stuck in the tree,
Climb the ladder.

See the wife ugly as can be,
Tell her you hate her.

See the sun rise,
And let your devils do the same.

 
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