A ’Proper’ Poem for Easter Sunday.

Inside the church at Merrymeet,

I sit and listen to the hymns;

then thank the Lord for food I eat;

wonder upon his doubtful whims;

and consider ways that I have sinned;

I seek forgiveness by default,

By asking nicely; hopes are pinned,

upon the premise that I halt.

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