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pastor appreciation poem

shades of night were falling fast
have you heard
i make my shroud, but no one knows
out of the window a sea of green trees
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
we break the glass whose sacred wine
i go my way complacently
the sky
my true love from her pillow rose
you are clear
to be able to see every side of every question
if i should die, think only this of me
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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