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A Miscellany 152

by Karol Hogerton

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Twirling , whirling , passing out
Coming to on the wings of a prayer
Much holier than anyone
So abstract to the core
With a practiced pace
You're naturally followed
So blindly in belief
The joke's on us
Lambs led to the slaughter
By self-righteous givers of grief