A simple chain
Of thought
Is time
Its flaky scale
Read in a fire
To hide
A tanned
A gutless tale
That wags
The world
Attached
To beg
The rut
Around the tree
Is run
Deeply circled
Gains the chain
While master's voice
Is tinny eared
A book is thrown
To end complaints
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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