GO INTO THE WIND
He, with his windows open,
was driving his crew to
Gethesemene Street, and
with his eyes wide open too.
Any cross to bear would have
been too much and he knew it.
At once, both the attacked and
the attacker, he was soon to be.
I somehow felt that man was
made for loving. Or at least
the age-old story was.
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Has anyone else you've ever
known been said to have sweated
blood : those little red droplets we
all saw dripping? If we didn't feel
them, we most certainly saw.
I asked him, just once, what
he'd ben meaning to do. He
replied with a surprising stutter,
'A-a-l this, a-and a l-little more.'
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