THE
MULE
Purple purple
Purple pink
In evergreen
The candles sink.
Candle's age?
One thousand yeared
With four four-thousand
'Fore He appeared.
Each Sunday four
In front of Yule
When she arrived
Upon a mule.
A revolution
Round the stall
Till suddenly
On knees were all.
Like priest incensing
Hallowed altar
To bear her Son
All kneel none falter.
Firm determined
Burdened-beast
With veins of gold
Great stubborn priest!
Purple purple
Purple pink
In evergreen
The candles sink.
Candle's age?
One thousand yeared
With four four-thousand
'Fore He appeared.
Each Sunday four
In front of Yule
When she arrived
Upon a mule.
A revolution
Round the stall
Till suddenly
On knees were all.
Like priest incensing
Hallowed altar
To bear her Son
All kneel none falter.
Firm determined
Burdened-beast
With veins of gold
Great stubborn priest!
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