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The Value of Cut Flowers (I Made Myself the Judge) – 0012

    Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

    The Value of Cut Flowers (I Made Myself the Judge)

    I made myself the Judge
    And gloried in my power.
    The pros and cons of Love,
    The value of cut flowers:

    Pretty for the moment
    But the future’s doomed
    Unless I don’t inhale
    This beautiful perfume.

    Now it lives forever
    Embedded in my Soul.
    Is what fades good or bad?
    Who am I to know?

    I made myself the Judge
    And gloried in my power
    Until I had to judge
    How I spent my hours.

    I made myself the Judge
    And gloried in my ways
    Until I had to judge
    How I spent my days.

    I made myself the Judge
    And gloried in my might
    Until I had to judge
    How I spent my life.


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