AURELIO MATA HARI
The sentient scribe erases his board.
His head falls down as he sleeps.
Too many hours at this. Too much.
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Rousing him is no ordeal : The
Canon Bell, soon pealing, will then
catch the attention of that shirker for
sure. His head will bow, in shame.
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Friars and abbots and monks. All alike.
These vineyard hills, in five months,
will once again be filled.
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