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adore amore

Posted to Utterances

My last wife divorced me for
Sleeping in my boots
It was not gallant, but obsessed
Virgin birth is an assumption
Irrrelevant to miracles.

I don my cross with pride
Go erect down the
Via de la rosa
Saturday is but one night
Of the weak.

My boots are on the floor
I recline in easter
Just a matter of faith
Go proud
Go proud