For All Our Sins

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of The Whys,

 and The WhereFores,  He did grapple,

while pondering The Core,  of One Red Apple, 

and the more He looked,  the more He eyed,  for

just one Taste,  He would have died,  so there

and then,  with His Mouth open wide,  He

took that Bite,  and of course,

      He lied . . .

 and so began The Follies of Man,  and This was All,  Eve,  ever wrote,

for Come What May,  and,  to this very Day,  Adam’s Lie,  got stuck in

      His Throat . . .

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice