THE OVER-BURDENED

THE OVER-BURDENED

wall of St Anne's Church,
of saline floors have urged....

More than a third in size,
will first heaven rest reside?

All ye thy words impel,
shall blight at the now still well.

Whom well, by place of heart..
manumit as thee of knell..

Forth worthies Now raise thy hands!
For thee be thus compelled

Worthy whom, shall star the sky,
After this human life…

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When willed did us tis done?
on our own we graft..
all of mortal longings,part ourselves in halves!

the joys of our world,
levitates our tolls
doth amidst our writhes, yet amidst our woes..

Why give upon the lured?
let pain yet forth come adhered
oh wisdom must thee come dated, thence time no more procure?…

.. peaceful laid, the beautiful..
“F one L four seven four”
and ever far from now, mortal woe deplored

le garrot de “fleur”
tears watered embitter.
thy flowers fade,..Oh hear me; lord thy flower withers !

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…within one storey within, of masters thou shalt have none, when all thou to give have no more…

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