A Minor Deformity

On one fine summer day,
a rousing crowd of men -
the very best that you will find in town
(in all the country round)
anything they say is simply... nothing.
Mixing up stuff in bottles
and pills, they'll make you sick enough
to have many aches and pains,
neglected for want of faith in leisure,
a belly-ache may get your final measure;
render you unfit. Heathen, Christian,
Mormon or Jew playing in life's circuses
and challenging devotions.
That would be a sin
at least if what some say be true.
Not all are saints, however hard they try.


Another Found Poem.


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From "Quickly's Winter Doldrums" - Jan. 15, 2016:

Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide

I’m not certain what to ask you to do with these.
But I found them in Flickr Commons, from the SMU Central University Libraries, and just can’t NOT use them. Somehow.

You should be able to click each one a time or two, and enlarge to a readable size.