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Nov 2015
The wooden pulpit split
cracked like thunder
and from its splinters
came life, green and flowing
vines that slithered and twined
their bodies from pulpit to pew
and from it burst roses
every color of a sunset
except those holding together
the pulpit she stood behind
those were white as the moon.
Mollie Rose Trail
Written by
Mollie Rose Trail  Walla Walla, WA
(Walla Walla, WA)   
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     ---, Mike Essig and Darkly
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