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Feb 2018
Imagine the surprise of the village folk
as cabbages and carrots rained down from above.
Some saw it as a sign of a good harvest,
some saw it as a sign that evil deeds had been done,
a punishment from God for an unspecified sin.
Look at how they run, panic in their hearts,
pushing women and children to the ground,
trampling them underfoot and hurting them.

They didn’t see the lepers sneak into the bell tower
with a basket of fruit and vegetables each.
They didn’t see them climb up the steps
and laugh as they reached the top and looked down.
They didn’t see them hurl their projectiles
into the mill of the crowd below.

So many assume strange events as messages from above,
but sometimes it’s just lepers having a bit of fun.
Michael J Simpson
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Michael J Simpson  31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland
(31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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