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UNEQUALLY YOKED



Bind me not

Like a rescue knot

Tie me tight

With all thy might

If it is well in thy sight

 

To preserve the soup

Cast out the bad nut

 Although arithmetical uncouth

The two shall surely be one

A stain that sticks than glue

Thy will be done

Since you prefer brother Dan.

 

Puzzled was I

Wonderful to my eye

How similar their differences were

Both donning an African wear.


 Different people, different ambitions

One hard, dark and fusty stack

Versus soft, white and modernly smart

Occasioned by lure, lust and love at last

Can be made pure, to endure and cure

That canker which we want no more

 

Watch not only the clock

But learn how it tick-tocks

Study how it moves

A rolling stone gathers no moss

We all deserve it

That quality life

That  smile caused by desires achieved.

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