Thursday (May 29, 2014)

Black and white, 
Nailed, then red;
Renains conposed 
This natter said.


Though given, it never decreases,

From many a darkness releases,

Miserly the one from whom never spared,
For true can it be only when it is shared;
Once had, all conjecturing ceases.

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