4th in This or That, Vol. 34 (Sponsor: Edward Ibeh)
Judged: June 29th, 2025
In stars above our secrets hang— Our naked past unspoken of Veiled words that the talking drums bang In stars above Silent choirs delight our chain gang Even sun yolks; friendly folks shove And shout below, still mercies sang Contentment rests as a sweet dove On shoulders shattered so, they rang Minced bones jangling, but God does love In stars above
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