Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.
Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a read more
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.
