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Albin Thorning Nov 2014
Blind is he who detracts
from the presence of carbon 
and hydrogen fused 
like twigs in a bird's nest

As the glow from the sky
weakens at dusk
so does the chutzpah of the feeble
weaken with doubt

Lines drawn with chalk may wither 
But lines drawn with utmost knowledge 
lingers like dried noodles 
on the inside of a ***

As fall resides and winter is looming
The souls of doubters 
wander without seeing guidance
The true believers shall never starve

From the first to the last
The righteous sally forth together
No journey too treacherous 
Let there be garlic bread

— The End —