Good And Evil!
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Eric Cockrell
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every morning i awaken
in a manger surrounded
by wise men and cattle.
every afternoon i stand and jeer
as they nail his hands and feet
to the cross...
and every night i weep
at the distance i have travelled,
looking for the star
that i lost in the clouds!
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