1552
5.91
31.iii.24
taking a rise
a little Sunday godsup
for godsbother
stoned roll
from the chocolate dark
we tomb
and just when gloom
the egg hunt –
a frolic and a frisk
for gospel and creature
little treetop lullaby
then life was eternal
who knew?
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