Twist Of Fate

Crude and coarse cradle
Unprepared for this dance
Sweet ugly song of chance
Pack of dark light

Breakfasts in a hurry
Dinners under moon light
Future seemed out of sight
Close scan couldn't find

Green fields watered with sweat
The harvest by new hands
Few from the tillers bands
Time's crowned coarse hands

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