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A tale of sorrow and of woe I tell you on this night

Of brothers who had rotten luck, one black and one born white

Both were blind and both were dumb, and both as thick as trees

And both lived on Milk Boulevard, in number two and three

When night would come, one brother walked, along the misty street

And when the day would come to stay, the other stretched his feet.

Day and night, black and white, the brothers never met

Until their paths crossed on a bridge and in the creek they went.


 

*Featured Art – Is an image found in the paper, ‘The Four Elements and Metallic Transmutation‘, on Unurthed.