Albert George Vinny
The Great King - Poem by Albert George Vinny
'The Great King'
A fox was sent from high to low
the flaming star was set to show..
so Magus and the wise, they came,
to praise the king, his holy name.
His hands were cunning, cutting trees,
the son of God do what he please..
the trees themselves were what he was..
the Lord himself, a farmer, does.
-Albert George Vinny
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