There’s nothing like exercise married to a needful purpose —
Carrying water, chopping wood, pruning a vineyard, digging a grave,
Building a house, hanging clothes on the line, painting a mural,
Running to the next village with an important message —
I could go on — but not as far as writing a poem.
What about singing one? I don’t know.
I wonder. Yes, yes — perhaps.
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[ 1846 ]
Categories: Sour Honey
William Michaelian 