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Saturday, 30 October 2010


i met a priest once
chose to minister on the wrong side of the tracks
where there were no trees
no wooded shade
dolomite for precarious rest

he broke bread with his flock
then burst a mandrax pipe
with the boys he'd helped grow
now a band

he bade farewell
to return where there were trees