Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Christ #449
Christ Lavender, as a perfume released from alabaster, whiffling wayward through a room as ship might to disaster, dripping down from weary head unto a dismal feat as reinforcement to the dead that rescue made complete did curl up unbecoming hair, most messy and unfurled, while soaking up the ointment there resounded to the world, "Jesus, our Anointed!" |
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Christ #449
Christ #449