Disheartening, flowing bloody wound blush a smile,
When it puddles into gelly shivering clots,
Stemming the flow, holding life in the body awhile,
Broadening the horizons of life, taking out blots.
Life-giving blood coursing through, making warm,
Happiness thus spread, muddles into a jelly,
Swiping smiles, the sadness around does swarm,
Clotting in the brain, neither twirl nor a sally,
Left, right, top, bottom, affecting where it chances,
Unsuspected it does spring upon, on life it prances,
It halts the flow of life, on life the clot dances.
Every man is a clot. The change is where he blocks,
He thinks he isn't wrong, the narrow road he clocks,
If only he looks back, he'll see how many he blocks.
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