John the Baptist grabbed no chair to sit
Nor pleased any powers, or towers of his times
He was simply a voice from the desert
The strongest reed of the prairie crust!
John was the music of vales and hills
That cherished not the herds of cowards
He danced not to beats of country drums
Nor cared for the civilized city thumbs!
John was a sensitive stethoscope
Listening to heart beats of the divine
Dancing in the spirits of the poor
Resizing, re-leveling hill with valley!
Henry Victor 02.04.2003
Nor pleased any powers, or towers of his times
He was simply a voice from the desert
The strongest reed of the prairie crust!
John was the music of vales and hills
That cherished not the herds of cowards
He danced not to beats of country drums
Nor cared for the civilized city thumbs!
John was a sensitive stethoscope
Listening to heart beats of the divine
Dancing in the spirits of the poor
Resizing, re-leveling hill with valley!
Henry Victor 02.04.2003
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