Would that I had

a Mountain at hand

to purge the City out of my body

and mind,


The sweat ran down

my face and such, that all life’s ills

rained upon the ground, purifying and purging

the life that I had been knowing,


I looked up

to the lofty heights

and lo how my mind did soar

with the birds alight…


Author: notthedane56

I am not the important one here. I'm pretty sure who is, but that doesn't always seem prudent to tell about in my "About Me" box. If in doubt, then read a few blogs, add 5+7, then subtract a largish Country to the north of the USA. Answer forthcoming in my next "About Me" box, or not.

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