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Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Banging the Rocks
Your thin end for today:
See how it glistens and it glitters
Is it really gold or precious stones?
The keen, discerning jeweller's eye
Is rooted deeper than his bones
It's bright and cheery, sparkling, merry
Adorning finger, throat and arm
If it's light and has no substance
Then it's only gloss and gleam and charm
Is it an heirloom or a keepsake
Or a trinket or a jewel?
Does it drape you arm with tenderness
Or is it comfortless and cruel?
Whether showy, tawdry, smooth or warm
Perhaps attraction's based on taste
And as years go by their chipped facades
Show which ones were made of paste.
I've been playing pictures again...
"The Chalice"
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See how it glistens and it glitters
Is it really gold or precious stones?
The keen, discerning jeweller's eye
Is rooted deeper than his bones
It's bright and cheery, sparkling, merry
Adorning finger, throat and arm
If it's light and has no substance
Then it's only gloss and gleam and charm
Is it an heirloom or a keepsake
Or a trinket or a jewel?
Does it drape you arm with tenderness
Or is it comfortless and cruel?
Whether showy, tawdry, smooth or warm
Perhaps attraction's based on taste
And as years go by their chipped facades
Show which ones were made of paste.
I've been playing pictures again...
"The Chalice"
|
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