Post Sunday Morning Poem Poem by Bill Grace

Post Sunday Morning Poem



Reading widely and having once lived nationally
I see the name of at least one prominent savant
And far more than the admiral unknown
With his gold braid in the private dining rom
Think of things undone named in the Confession and
Realize it is good I do not subscribe to the death of sin.

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