My counsellor digs for a living
She digs, and scrapes and scratches until,
The floodgates burst
The flood, as floods go, is pretty biblical usually
But I never, being English, and a baby of a war baby,
Actually merited counselling

But, but, but..
I'm not saying I'm converted,
But after all these epiphanies,
I may just be on board
Well, my toe is on deck
And singing from the same hymn sheet

Not yet Handel's Messiah
More, in line with what the whole world already knew
I guess you could call it a Psalm 23

Poetry by LFD1
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Written on 2019-07-03 at 00:03

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