Gulled Poem by Peter Pacey

Gulled



Wheel away, my special girl,
Though you are not full
Spurn the white bread tossed aloft
As sinners fear the host
There's nothing man can do for you
And nothing God for man
Each in her home is cardinal.

12/5/2011

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Peter Pacey

Peter Pacey

Mansfield, Nottinghamshire
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