Oh---the words won’t knit themselves
Alone with nothing but mere thought,
Without the help of wondrous hand,
They’re nothing
But a sorrow lot

Of strangers screaming in sad verse
Visions of wisdom & of truth
Without the knowledge lost in sense
Without the soul of fearless youth.

fishing for words in th
e pool of eternity fishe
rmen of the world unit
e can you feel it shimm
ery waters let them tak
e it lie to your wife infi
nite times more than e
ver the bomb oh? THE B
OMB and letter A in the
back of your mind hold
ing a gun wait is it true…………………………….No? Laugh!