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The bread was broken
Torn to shreds in memory
We all share the grief
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Water turned to wine
The future turned on its head
The gods turned their backs
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One cup was not passed
One man cried, but not in vain
The Son felt the weight
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Choice-less awareness
Willingly allowing this
Nothing left to lose
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Leave it all behind!
Thieves? No longer bothersome
Rust? Not a problem
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Worldly matters cease
The Son can shine without you
But you without Him?
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Medicated Lady Drills Uncle Tree
Posted in Entertainment, poetry with tags bark, comments, drills, Homer, interview, leaves, manifesto, Medicated Lady, paybacks, questions, success, tree poetry, trees, Uncle Tree, wood carving on July 21, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
http://medicatedlady.wordpress.com/2009/07/20/beneath-the-bark-the-rooting-of-uncle-tree/
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Please come and give the dear lady a piece of your mind.
Watch out for splinters.
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