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"High Places" (by Joe DiMino)
Serpents can be aloft,
See themselves in
Images of light,
But their rain back to earth
Is still soil
And none of it, fertile;
Serpents can ride
On fluffy clouds,
Through trips of radiant-blue
With splashes of rosy too
But they still
Shed their skins in time,
And scales fall upon the roses
With a deafening crunch
Nation, there is no
Free-lunch
That is not a bit rancid;
Back to basics!
Back to God
Follow your divinity
Within
Be led by the spirit
Of freedom,
And not by fallible men.
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