I wonder if there's fix-a-flat to seal a punctured soul
Some can of gunk not to hard on outward inner flows,
Something quick blown right in to fix a leaking mind
Found on sale at Wally's World or ordered off the line.
Or should I ask the bars-leak guys, the radiator crew
For something made here of late slows a mental spew?
Something in a nice teal green, the black will never do,
Check the books will ya guys she's got to make it through.
I've thought to try epoxy glues or fancy emron paints
But those are way to toxic with the fumes in full restraint.
A master with a little mig just might run bead that thin
With all the luck of seventh sons from seven loving kins,
But even so its roll the dice if such a weld would hold
Not when the metal melted in been crystallized and cold.
I went and talked to Permatex and they were very kind,
Said the red would hold alright if new bolts I could find
To wet-torque down a layer on a surface knurled fine
But otherwise all bets were off on such an odd design
As what their books showed to be God's rental-unit line.
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Written early in 2009, revised just a touch late 2013... different woman, different problem, same hope... and hope for someone else when you can't really help is the hardest of things. I hate waiting.
To fix a machine (bicycle, engine, computer or even to some extent our bodies) we can use all the things you mentioned; to fix software we can rewrite code; but no one can fix a broken soul except God and that soul. The best we can do is to prod, encourage and suggest ways--as you and I do in our own ways.
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