by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
May 2012 410 Views 1 comments
A Sitting
the boards are round
Where do I look.
Am I here upon the speech.
seek you out
upon the round
If Mine eyes could leather the way
you knew
as you
as most few
alone
to reach
Sit
a perfect pew
Amen
Where do I look.
Am I here upon the speech.
seek you out
upon the round
If Mine eyes could leather the way
you knew
as you
as most few
alone
to reach
Sit
a perfect pew
Amen
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012
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