He cares about the sparrows...
Myriad of thoughts, not of today
Lined my mind in gaily array
Uncertainties of days afore
In this piece (of flesh), finds a store
Not so much of a thought
Are the armies I daily fought
Come to think of it, if I may ask
Who is it that cares for the sparrows?
This thought clears all fears of the morrow…
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