bring the bacon home
eggs and eggnog too
ring the bells and
notify the priests
arrive early and
do not fret for we're
out on the move for gigs
for what?
at the foot of the hill
she sings a song
unlike everybody else
no, no, no it is just her at
cobbled streets and
indigenous bricks
outpouring molten gold
nobility at it best.
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