Psalm Three
On the day when my words
were earth...
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.
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On the day when my words
were wrath
I was a friend to chains.
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On the day when my words
were stones
I was a friend to streams.
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On the day when my words
were a rebellion
I was a friend to earthquakes.
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On the day when my words
were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist.
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But when my words became
honey...
flies covered
my lips!...
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