Lazily I will push on
What is right
What is wrong
Does the deed make amends
Is it all
Justified by ends
Crown of thorns
Not on my mound
Blood of thieves
Left trickling down
Saintly darling press my flesh
Keep it warm
Keep it fresh
Keep me on my toes 'til dawn
Where I am
Where I've gone


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.