The perfect gauge can irragulate prophecy <br />'Pon serious tempo, blame serene ratio <br />As strong adHered charm does to love! <br />The venus hid midst the repelled poets <br />Drilling their brains, in beaten Headaches <br />Whistling of a being is course to insects <br />As lulling indolence to impression <br />Content hath found the bible a waste <br />thought has its independence, but <br />when displayed, seeks enother, to <br />Cover its dignity of creation, for sustainance <br />O life! no sacrafice for thee, but thy <br />Own wound of repulsive pleasures within <br />Through, the deep vallies of glorifieing mirth, my soul ray Hence<br /><br />Samuel Greenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odds-and-ends-3/
