TAKE IT OR LEAVE
IT, MUGWUMP
Well, well, the gestation is over and
all the eggs are hatching. My God,
there are chickens everywhere. We
get nothing back but some scrambled
eggs like words in a jumbled puzzle.
Nothing goes for nothing, it's been said,
and maybe I believe it. How else, but by
faith and good works, do the lights and
the heavens come on at night? I walk
with grace among a million flowers :
Here are my sights, here are my hours.
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