again, and weaving.
we listen to the coventry carole,
the little tiny child, fingers tapping
in time, the medieval, the membrance
of cathedral . walking up hill chanting.
repeatedly. they moved the stairs.
we hold the cotton, the wool
for comfort.
sbm.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
again, and weaving.
we listen to the coventry carole,
the little tiny child, fingers tapping
in time, the medieval, the membrance
of cathedral . walking up hill chanting.
repeatedly. they moved the stairs.
we hold the cotton, the wool
for comfort.
sbm.
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