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Jul 2015
The gold that's laid by not but quill
malaise is fought to germ
it seems there is a precedent
to wrestle with the worm

so deep within your cauldron meld
the timeless triune brew
a sprig of life, a grain of truth
mixed with a sanguine hue

and sally forth between the dross
as talus piles abound
by loaf of bread and jug of wine
not meat alone is found
Lloyd Hargrove
Written by
Lloyd Hargrove  Monroe, LA
(Monroe, LA)   
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