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poem for pastors

the mountains they are silent folk
quietly, with reverance, in awe
why do you always stand there shivering
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
therefore i may not
stuff of the moon
the air is like a butterfly
rising moon has hid the stars
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things

 



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