Gary Bitson Poems

In fear I stood at school one day, upon wrong end of hallowed hall;
My kindergarten butt was lost; I did not know my way at all!
When suddenly, before my eyes, as a dragon awoke from den,
A fourth-grade teacher roared at me, telescopic eyes to rend!
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Oh God, to worship Thee with praise;
I, but a mere grape from hallowed vine;
May your gift of poetry, flow through me as Christian;
Likened to a sweet vintage wedding wine?
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