There
is a pot
A
pot from the past
A
pot of Poison
Every
now and then
Your
life streams are stirred
Muddying
the water down stream
Muddying
your feelings
Muddying
your thoughts
Muddying
your dreams
Muddying
your spirit
There
is a pot
A
pot from the past
A
pot of poison
It's
time we broke the pot
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