Celtic Cures By A Pen’s Swath

by Nicole 6/16/12

harping hallow’s yell, sickle cell allow, fellow mellow
cardinal ling inside the rain, the brain a train full of feign
styling the thing; beyond circumference indeed, plead. n lily
frilly. mister and misses come to taste this!!! ooh, la 
lava in the cranium paints them up bored delight. red light’s hue
barbecue’s beside the point, imploding the joints, supplying the bread
every dove’s fed, listening, the children’s heart beam, play-doh

the party is coming to pay, even up the justice today. stay
on the road, recover n the wagon of Faith

measure out the ladle of pleasantness
face the Word, may all things prosper

duel the devil, enter the victor’s circle

defeat indifference by taking the flame

fling in the proper ingredients to a cure
bounty of every sown seed

feed, feed, feed, My sheep alone. congregations of numbers
complex-ed bubbling!!! joy unheard, the discovery unlearned

sharing the wonder with the sword.
ah, ah, ah, glory n the LORD!

then run with might all about the land, shouting, shouting, shouting. Amen.

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