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THE ARC
DAVE THE POET

As if God himself, Could sin or lie
Tears fell, I smiled
Rage, Took Noah and the arc
Two by two everything
Still slithers, Howls and barks
Up comes the water, In with the flood
Washed clean of sin, Bathed in the blood

Remember the rainbow, Forget the storm
When every color is reborn
Without seeing love, You know it’s there
Something, We can all share
In your dreams, Do you overreach
Only to wake up
A lost grain of sand
On a crowded tourist beach
Think about Noah, The arc and the flood
Two by two, Start getting things done

Life’s never easy, Nothing is free
Sure is beautiful, When we let it be
Drink and dance, To a seaman’s tune
Fall in love, Under a harvest moon
While the devil dances, You’re the host
Raise your glass, And make a toast
To Friends, Family, Strangers and Ghosts

Find your mate, Set things right
Life on the arc, Is sweaty and tight
We like it greasy, When we bump and grind
Some say Hattie’s, Never had it so fine
Rattle that dress, Shake that ass
This temptation, To shall pass
While the devil dances, You’re the host
Raise your glass, And make a toast
To Friends, Family, Strangers and Ghosts
As if God himself could sin or lie
Tears fell and I smiled