Happy Christmas

There is a church in Mentone

that God has grown and grown.
Jesus our Lord
will take you on board
and carry you all the way home.

Moen Poem

She doesn't cry anymore in the honeycomb of truth.
I don't know anymore when the world says forsooth.
A defiant vessel to adore from the brazier of youth,

so sallow and couth.

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All the world's your oyster but all you get is fish stew.
March your atoms forward to reinforce your worldview.
Keep your lies close to you and your weary aim be true.