That nasty stain
Crept ‘cross the table.
To keep it back
I was not able.
The courage, the strength
To put at arm’s length,
Is what I lacked.
It crept along,
With no resistance,
Threatening existence.
‘Til Spirit’s rain
Came back again,
And washed it away.
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