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Published: 2008-09-29 17:15:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 127; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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Who needs the grace of god, he jeered,when I can ride the autumn wind?
It's immaterial to reach
for moon or star when time's the same:
forward or backward: no difference to me!
I slide down parabolic curves
from peak to pavement, back again.
Your momentary grace, o mortal man,
falls round your ankles, clumsy heaps.
Pile it up, drag it down.
Wait for spring. I don't care.
'Coz I can ride the winter wind,
and spring don't matter, summer neither.
Who needs the grace of god? I ride.
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Comments: 4
themapper In reply to wyldhoney [2008-09-30 19:22:15 +0000 UTC]
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channeller [2008-09-29 17:26:21 +0000 UTC]
Well I like it. Sounds like a very interesting character too, imaginary or not!
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themapper In reply to channeller [2008-09-29 17:31:48 +0000 UTC]
Yes, I liked him. He seems a bit of a braggart, but maybe he has earned his bragging rights? Thanks for your comment.
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