Share thy talents, thy coins of gold and lead,
Thy impressions of Kings given to thee
By thy Kingly Father; follow his tread
Lest you step out of line, fall in the sea
Of raging lunatics, those vast rebels
Who do cling from shore to shore in a line
That is all to much like a long grape vine
That stretches from Alamo to the Dells,
From the waves of the Pacific to such
Calm as the Atlantic. Pray you, give much
Heed to the impression he makes on you,
Lest you become like them, unsound, untrue;
For he who follows not in father's step
If tis a good father, is deemed inept.
Sharing Lineage, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
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