WICHITA KIMBERLEY
All the names were upside-down
and I could not see a thing. The
preacher-guy was preaching, and
then they started to sing. Up in
the choir loft, Papa John was in
command. The songs were great,
ringing out o'er the land.
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All things at once, I wanted to
know. A crazy curiosity overtook
my mind : seeking solace was not
enough. There had to be meanings
beyond the meanings I'd not seen.
If I was still at home, I'd know
just what to do.
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All the lines of every song : One
total completion of living.
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