A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Monday, January 3, 2011
Behold the bolded fealty declared
in our neat grasps so decently shared.
This pledge of mine--all facility
is turned, in pledge, to felicity.
Do mark the pow'r which signs expand;
Now--in the holding of the hands.
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