A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Sunday, December 5, 2010
There is darkness-there is light.
There are greater things than night.
And there are things I see, I say
Which still are neither and hold no sway,
But never were there shades of gray.
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