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now let us go to church my friend

you and i

spread wide astride the sky

to find ones no longer asking
the how,

the when,

the why,

to church, to church

in visit to fatherless god

where clean spirits meet

amid

the head,

the nod

where starfish do not repeat.

say something nice ... or not

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