A Windy Day
A Windy Day
By Elton Camp
The good priest is keeping his own hat on his head,
Though he seems more interested in her dress of red
Is he about to offer assistance her modesty to maintain
While evil thoughts from his holy mind does restrain?
It could be that way, but who can really say they know
Since possibly he’s actually thinking, “Blow, wind, blow.”
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