on a good Friday
evening mourning song rings forth
last rays of the sun
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A Work in Progress 
Creation groans, the Apostle calls,
Beneath the burden of man’s fall.
Yet in day’s fading light,
swaggering threat of night,
Of a distant promised Spring,
From the rooftops, it sings.
That’s beautiful, Mushroom.
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