Written November 2000

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St. Margaret got used to it,
the way God spoke in secrets,
and she taught herself to listen in,
to catch the voice between the wind and trees..
and Titian he was never one
to rest upon his laurels,
he caught the colors of the sun
and spread them out for everyone to see..

there’s a bus that runs each afternoon
direct from hell to heaven,
but the damned are shaken by the view,
the light’s so bright,
and they find the food too sweet,
so they turn around and leave…

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