A Church Supper
our farts fear...
us being into heave'n
and hollowed with no gain...
so with cane i've come...
to gain some fill as one
on earth without some evening...
just give us a stay of...
an hours daily bread for
a trash pass between us...
then we who unforgive...
mosquitoes against us
won't be lead to temptations...
just deliver us things usefull
that time knots to a cane
and end an hours story
stans sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2023
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