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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The Testament

Three wise men, obviously not locals nor yokels searching for a King which has a certain ring to it, one could write a book about it. Shepherds watching a flock harping on about a star ‘put a sock in it’ came a voice from afar. You know the story, God and his never-ending glory and…

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A free identity with every litre

  drink to excess drunk you’re a mess   if only   I smoke alcohol it saves on the glasses, they say that girls make passes at boys who save glasses   if that’s true where are they?   Sunday I smell liquor on the vicar the sermon is a shambles, drunk the vicar rambles…

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