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Thursday Night Body-blood wafers-wine, praises turned crucifixion, a mother's milk gone sour to boil its lamb son alive. We lament, and remember (upon this Thursday night) the actual retail price paid, the victory won from defeat. James E. Roethlein ©2021
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Thursday Night
Thursday Night Body-blood wafers-wine, praises turned crucifixion, a mother's milk gone sour to boil its lamb son alive. We lament, and remember (upon this Thursday night) the actual retail price paid, the victory won from defeat. James E. Roethlein ©2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry "Musing on the Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1\2" and "An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing" both available on Amazon
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james-e-roethlein
51/M/Middletown, Pa
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
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