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SATUDAYS PETER
I could not find him anywhere
Though I went back to check his chair.
Hes gone, laid low, or dead perhaps?
I dont know except to say
My heart breaks blood for Peters sake.
Hed meant it good but turned it woe.
I know that I would coward be
If there by fire Id met choregirl.
I know my weakness, oh, my lapse.
My heart goes out to counterpart
Who's lost in tears somewhere, somewhere.
Ill hunt for him, I love him so.
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SATURDAY SPICES
Im taking spices wrapped in gauze.
Im taking them no matter what.
I know theyve sealed him off from view.
I know the guard will drag my frame.
I know I know I know but still Ill do
What I can do. I will. You, too?
You said youd make the trek with me
To borrowed tomb. You said it, true?
So meet me in the vale at dawn. . .
Somehow well trudge the spices bag.
Somehow well make it to His side,
Somehow till my hearts torn and won.
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