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A vigil, no, simply quiet reflection Minutes before midnight, with all asleep Little Liesl-Dog perhaps dreams of squirrels, For she has chased and barked them all the day; The kittens are disposed with their mother After an hour of kitty-baby-talk, Adored by all, except by Calvin-Cat, That venerable, cranky old orange hair-ball, Who resents youthful intrusion upon His proper role as object of worship. The household settles in for the spring night, Anticipating Easter, early Mass, And then the appropriately pagan Merriments of chocolates and colored eggs And children with baskets squealing for more As children should, in the springtime of life.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Easter Vigil, Sort Of
A vigil, no, simply quiet reflection Minutes before midnight, with all asleep Little Liesl-Dog perhaps dreams of squirrels, For she has chased and barked them all the day; The kittens are disposed with their mother After an hour of kitty-baby-talk, Adored by all, except by Calvin-Cat, That venerable, cranky old orange hair-ball, Who resents youthful intrusion upon His proper role as object of worship. The household settles in for the spring night, Anticipating Easter, early Mass, And then the appropriately pagan Merriments of chocolates and colored eggs And children with baskets squealing for more As children should, in the springtime of life.
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lawrence-hall
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
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