Sweets at church
30/05/2018
They sang in sweets and arms of welcome.
Holding laughs, a place that’s seldom.
They roped in gently, walking talks.
Tongues of murmur and none with forks.
They walk in rows, two by two.
All are welcome.
Me and you.
© G.P Williamson 2018 <—- Hit for Instagram!
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