By Gazza
poet in residence

Real Cheese you are my priestess
Real Cheese I now believe
Yours is the way of the enlightened
Food from the Devil I do not grieve
You gave me hope and succour
Whilst in darkness I once rode
Now I live by pastures
Where bright shining waters flow
A bribe with the devils pearls
Where nought to me
For real cheese priestess
You had already taught me to see
Coaxed into heaven
I am seeing the sun go down
Multi coloured lanterns
Are smoothing a deep brooding frown
But best of all I wake up and there it is again
The promise of a bright day
Not a hint of Devils rain


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