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Unfair Judgments .. . . . . and I, the self-righteous prophet gallop my one-eyed stallion . . . . . swinging my double-edged sword through the semi-ripened grain fields . . . . . cutting to the ground wheat and chaff alike . . . . . when I have ridden the length and.breadth of the fields . . . . . I turn my stallions blind side toward the chaos I have made . . . . . and with mindless pride I lift my hands toward Heaven . . . . . and the brightest star that is unseen by day yet shines at night . . . . . expecting it to be the least of my rewards Donna Friedrichs © 1976 Donna Friedrichs © 1976 |
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