God bless her soul.
Aunt Grace bowed her head
and reverently said grace:
"love, love unto God,
love shall catch us all,
love shall break our fall" --
then drank she three cups of moon-
shine and wore a punchbowl
on her head to bed.

Ernest Slyman


If you've any comments on this poem, Ernest Slyman would be pleased to hear from you.

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