Church Concert The June night was sticky hot and overcast. Musicians' sweat a river that flooded Tiled floors and seeped down ancient cracks And soaked bishops dry bones and up came A stink of angst, forbidden thoughts and Craven wishes. The soprano fainted and fiddlers Fingers lamed. The stillness that followed was Only broken by a moan from behind the pulpit Where a couple enjoyed the oldest music known To man.Birth sign: Scorpio
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