Good Friday

I’m sleeping in the morning. They hung Jesus on the cross…

Someone sold a chocolate bunny… My mind drifts at dental floss.

Still cold now in the valley, frost hangs high now on the dew.

The morning sun shines higher. Regrets are far and few.

The kid is eating chocolate, Jesus rises in 3 days.

I’ll be back to work on Monday. God willing, the fiddler plays.

Dennis Mantin

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