To much

An apple is filling,
But with no flavor,
It’s to much to chew.

A fools thoughts untamed,
will flood and rage his heart,
As his mouth burst,
Like a ship and a rampaging sea, his words are tossed.

Like a morning walk in tall grass and heavy dew.
The feet become wet and cold, until the sun rises up into the deep blue.

A preachers words would be so vain,
If preached to,
Empty pews.

Nine Justices yet,
No Evidences can be seen,
But they cry for more,
Black robes on the Supreme.

To much of something does not have to be much at all.

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