augury doggerel

Wednesday, May 28, 2003


The kid now is communed, communal, little communist. ("No, don't say that. That's not what it means. He's joking. As always.") She and Jesus are just like that.

I have my own trinities, trim nighties, twice nightlies, try nicelies, not likelies, rood temerities. They try nought to get cross with me.

But I'll tell you another fairy story. This girl that walketh with me here is turn of bird. The priest who shares her cup should leave his lip unwashed and drive a truck.


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