The March of the Folly

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There once t’was a man, whom had lost his own hand;

for it took by finger bones, and leaped to and fro!

As it ran off the wrist, with fingers walked with;

t’was a man whom had lost his hand, at the fault of skyward wind-

“Leap hand, LEAP!” cried the grass, thick as blades-

and “Run, flesh and bones!” wept the trees, thick as stone;

When the man chased it hence, with his limbs, thick and dense;

as his hand, did it sprint, as it hurdled through the fence!

Ballad’s Meaning: If someone is careless with their gifts, 

they might just lose them…!

Copyrightcopyright April 13, 2014

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