A Sabbath

Don’t err me,

Am a wordsmith foraging in wilderness,

The lines, the words I spew, might be vile

But don’t let them eat your courage

I bear them to win the egress,

Wild paths that are not taken.

Some roads I know lead to somewhere,

But I might not take all roads,

So you shouldn’t, they’re, but not meant for us,

Don’t tour them, they’re only for the Sabbath.

And am the Sabbath,

Am just a rummaging vagabond.


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