Come into the Church, the Vicar said,
Otherwise you'll be standing in the flowerbed,
Because outside, there really is no space,
It's filled seemingly by the 'whole human race',
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Because outside, there really is no space, It's filled seemingly by the 'whole human race', So into the Church I made my way, To sit, to sing and maybe to pray. This own its own did it for me, but to then have such great humor to follow made this a real favourite of mine, well done Erneatine you are a real star
Ernestine, I think this poem fantastic.(how I can identify with it all) ! Regards Cecilia.
Dear Ernestine, I am so lucky to have found this gem It flowed and captivated me again and ag'in it really shines and makes me laugh phew! what a way to to kneel and pray but I am so pleased you shared the play.