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15 August 1998
My two calloused hands
purge this pagan floor of all uncleanliness.
And my only mop is the shirt off my back.
Stained and soiled I take upon myself
the discarded shame of a lost generation.
Copyright © 1998 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation