Peace

Peace approachs after the war.

Not before-we didn't know there was peace.

We weren't positive war was coming, but it felt funny

There was an stress to have the good time had by the agency of all.

Teace. The wreckage. The fresh house from the broken beams.

The work.

It's not ever forgotten, as the hammers proceed on from 7 to 7

And the reduce to ashesed toys picked out from the ashes.

The quiet of the mess taken to the trash with glove on

And the useful time had by all-

There in the mess-

Peace is not a time of quiet no.

I leave you peace, my peace I give you,

They say each week

When I go on to meditate on the war, the waste, the thing.

And we are told to take the peace on the outside into the world with us.

The mes I cleaned up the hammers from 7 to 7 on the other hand it's over.

Go on.

The hard times are over: suffer the bon temps roulez.

I wish it could be that way.

But no matter: Mardi Gras came and went and now it is Lent

I went and buried the dead.

I ministered to the sick: he lay detoxing each afternoon till six.

I had lived upon Easy Street, honey, don't at any time forget it.

It will at no time be the same for me again, don't doubt it.

Now it is time to pluck down the shades and work of great depth into the night.

Go on

Peace be with you. Don't fight.

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