Since the days when decadence put the Puritans on defense since the time when whaling grease stole away religious peace and New Englanders found God incarnate in the Sacred Cod we’ve established a tradition that is leading toward perdition, that is, giving lots of horse-lip to pious ancestor worship. But the crux of this mistake follows from the choice we make for we try to pin the godhead on those forbears who are DEAD. When the corpse is stowed away, where the faults unseen decay, reputation is decomposed and diaries are recomposed, Magna Opera of Puritan hypocrisy, foundations of American democracy. But this tradition can make sense if used with seemly reverence by using you as proof alive to show the world we don’t contrive So today we congregate to honor two who’re truly great bringing offerings of our love which make Heaven smile above (early 1960s) Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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von Gumppenberg | Earth's Creatures |
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