<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425124" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grass Roots' Glass Parody Witter Bynner Spectra Current Version</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All flesh is grass <br>and all its goodness like the flower of the field <br>The grass withers, the flower wilts <br>and the word of our God stands forever <br>Indeed, the people are grass. <br>Isaiah 40 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death ripe reaps, mower, Man, grass in life's fields, <br>no blade but to His blade wraith ghost soon yields.<br>Swiftly, surely, sharpened scythe shall pass<br>To gather tithe in time with Time's hour glass.<br>So little's garnered, strength that fond youth wields<br>soon sinks, who thinks winks ink earthquakeproof bields<br>finds loss in toss, soon tossed aside, morass<br>awaits sass lass, rank mocking rank, race, class.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though each would sow<br>fresh seeds to show<br>true traces flow, <br>through/in/ on grow<br>in ALL all know<br>alas we pass<br>but once through farce <br>before Time's crow<br>thrice calls, with no<br>reprieve and so <br>weeds overgrow...<br>All bravado<br>winds staccato<br>turn tornado<br>away soon blow<br>breath's ribboned bow, <br>'mid worms below<br>life's strife trace race stow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, Mower, mow, <br>sweep all who weep, <br>would keepsakes keep, <br>with final coup de grâce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(14 February 2010)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425124" data-title="Grass Roots' Glass Parody Witter Bynner Spectra Current Version de Jonathan Robin" data-description="All flesh is grass and all its goodness like the flower of the field The grass withers, the flower wilts and the word of our God stands forever Indeed, the people are grass. Isaiah 40 Death ripe reaps, mower, Man, grass in life's fields, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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