The last vestiges of hazy sleep
From napping on the porch's swing
Take me down very deep
Into a land of everything
Where giants stomp and shake the land
And genii give wishes to counter fools
Whilst Thumbelina sings upon a hand
And knights have honor, and Arthur rules
Half awake and half asleep
From napping on the porch's swing
In homesickness I weep
For the land of Christ the King
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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