For Easter Sunday
New, like the second coming
To faith of an old man
In the love of the plain
Faced. Like their autumnal child. Unplanned.
New, like a child's crowning, labour's pain.
Push, He is coming, Push!
As good as
like
that new.
For Easter Sunday
New, like the second coming
To faith of an old man
In the love of the plain
Faced. Like their autumnal child. Unplanned.
New, like a child's crowning, labour's pain.
Push, He is coming, Push!
As good as
like
that new.
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