This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-11-19 11:11:10 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Final Cut

Who can argue with The oldest known book? Personally I tweak its rules     a bit But the rules of Ten    I don’t    Not anymore There is one rule in which    I had no choice    I was only 8 days old! The choice made for me    by those with beards    The wise ones. The Sages. I never felt the pain    because of the millions that    went before me…    it was ingrained in my psyche Oh the old men danced and sang Ate honey cakes and drank dark wines The women oohed and ahhed    and I went forth  …to be man.

Copyright © November 2005 arnie s WACHMAN

Additional Notes:
For those of you still wondering, please see Genesis 17 verses 1 and 2.


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