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In a field - poem

In a field they are raising a structure -
they who believe,
they who are called upon...

wood,
weight of gravel and stone,
a small community to redeem and together bring,
for sake their other-minded:
the transgressors,
those whose tongues be not persuaded their eyes -

constantly tugging his feet,
masses of procumbent souls.

Heed what be said,
what be done here...
in a field they raise the cross of a sage.

Peace and Love always.



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