For all his life, Frank had been at war with the willows. They sprouted in and around the stream, clogged the irrigation ditches, and choked off the water flow.
His land, a narrow plain between
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When a heart would speak its piece,
Yet that word would rend and leave broken
How do you do things that shouldn't be done?
When a hand would go to action rash,
And put all kind feelings on the run
How do you be something that shouldn't have been?
When a man would take the world's course,
To the shadows of the devil's glen
How do you choose a choice that shouldn't be chosen?
Only by mistake or folly, transgression or sin,
Only by choosing to let Lucifer win