First Things First

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Curious is the cunning

By which horse defers to cart

And that which meant to lead

Takes up the rear

Main thing becomes some thing

First thing loses count

Another good among a good parade

Labors of love

Become love of labors

When labors consume and eclipse

And thus the insistence

To pause the parade

Rest the remembering place

Resting in love

For Good God, and good people

Kick back and let the horse pull

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