Marley
I live upon Marley’s yard
His stride, his walk
His chains and fetters
gladly received by me
From time spent past
Oh. That I may seek
That I may again gaze upon
The sun of woven fields
Where I once sat
Between sheaves of wheat
And ears of corn
To not be shorn by the guilt of guilty parties
Thrown and tidied together in grieving harm
To judge and scorn
The...
Wednesday 19th December 2018 10:55 pm
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