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A tendril of memory, snagged in my brain A leaf, spiked on a hawthorn After the wind and rain A piece of nothing A castaway A fragment of a dream Without rhyme, or scheme A snow white unicorn With golden horn, is born Loved and adored Then, sadly abhorred When the people got bored. Sacrificed, at break of day By the self important Made from clay And the people did say Send us a redeemer Worthy to the manner born We reject your baby And the unicorn And God, if God there be Turned his back, on you and me.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 08:33:54 +0000

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