Silver sheen on golden core
The light is late, I closed the door
The wall fell down to trumpet sound
A song drifts by from the Faerie's mound
The fool nearby plugs his ears
Yet dances closer for many years
A bell peals out from the local church
Upon our hearts, joy doth perch
And though I cried, I opened wide
And bowed before the graceful tide
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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