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    Identify a stack of bones…without symbol reference;
    Now, mind!…you’re not deceived in your preference.
    Each bone possesses a symbol-name ‘neath its flesh;
    A head bone wouldn’t fit proper in a stomachic mesh.

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    Identify a stack of bones…without symbol reference;
    Now, mind!…you’re not deceived in your preference.
    Each bone possesses a symbol-name ‘neath its flesh;
    A head bone wouldn’t fit proper in a stomachic mesh.

    Surgical doctors would be distraught to find a bone
    Resembling an ishium–appearing in the cranial zone.
    This bone can’t be true–in this world, where we live;
    The Creator would not include bone–that is not real.

    Some folks are confused by the use of valid symbols;
    Especially where identification switches with a label.
    All creatures–great or small–react to a given name;
    That weird stack of bones–named Ted–is to blame.

    This whole creation–of being, has a cause-and-effect;
    The head directs the body…fit for a proper social peck.
    Every bone has its purpose to function in this package;
    And thus, names identify these bones that we manage.

    Now, this world is empathetically planted in your head;
    You are ready to believe a stack of bones who is dead.
    Rememberance of him…adds purpose and good sense;
    A simple symbol draws you nearer to his future tense.

    The symbol of his identity, is more than a ratification;
    A bit of bread and water–signifies eternal purification.
    The value of his symbol cannot be revealed to an eye;
    His holy name can penetrate the heart to change a lie.

    Ponder the truth of your bones–hidden by your flesh;
    Remember a broken symbol–as freedom from a leash.
    Will your personal stack remember your feeble blame,
    When you feel Christ, and he calls your symbol-name?
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  • Lend me a clock with just a moment of space;
    A reputation journeys thru a spasmodic chase.
    The heartbeat supplies blood to a living brain,
    As a contribution produces a significant name.

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    Lend me a clock with just a moment of space;
    A reputation journeys thru a spasmodic chase.
    The heartbeat supplies blood to a living brain,
    As a contribution produces a significant name.

    Reputation measures on a sporadic slide-rule,
    Accumulating the in-and-out slip…like a fool.
    One day, happiness of being…is who you are;
    Unfortunately, understanding slips tomorrow.

    No matter what…esteems no time for another,
    Whether a father or mother, sister or brohter.
    Values refine, and validate the process of time.
    Though age soon engenders a foolish mankind.

    Magnanimous quests may come late, by noon;
    But alas, superiority refuses to arrive to soon.
    Supreme delight appears…to persuade aright,
    ‘Cause the heartbeat will not retreat at night.

    Madness is no replacement for an evident age;
    There are wise ole fools who run from a rage.
    Freedom for the market…is a sage in touch,
    With whoever agrees–on…whatever is such.

    By purchasing products with labels attached,
    When and where, do…buyers assist a match?
    They tactfully ignore an invention with signs;
    Buyers eventually travel at full-alert…in time.

    Born to mortality–what should be an organism,
    Between an outset cradle, and the final chasm.
    Arbitrary ideas will gain the status of principle;
    Without clear boundaries, it’s less than simple.
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