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Dovina31 Jan 2006

Yes, and let me correct that.

He rode into town to collect his wages,
on a wild donkey, Ishmael’s seed,
wool on the beast and he alike,
and while in Rome, he did as the Romans,
Thus washing his hands of any sin.
He rode by the trees on the water’s bank
and the chaff the reapers let fly.
The trees bore fruit, but the chaff blew away,
and our concealed man’s sin
crouched at his door.
Though he was sweating, he tasted no salt.
Covered in wool, he felt no shield.
He saw a sparrow fall,
and felt he was watched,
found a treasure in a field,
and stopped to dig it up.
He felt a seed fall upon him
and smartly brushed it away.
He collected his wages alright
when his white mount fell in the mud.