Sleepers

In this my garden of Gethsemane where I prayed The agony overtook me. The foreseeing of that which would come the being of the only Son, the pain of one was multiplied until the one cried out, my god my god why? Olives stuffed with pimiento a memento from the mount…

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Decanting the sherry

We built the snowman with white bricks and a sheet of blue tarpaulin then it started snowing, that’s sod’s law. Ebeneezer, he’s a geezer that we know and not a character from some old Dickensian tearjerker stopped by to say hello and collect the rent. and then we waited for the sleigh bells and we…

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