CRISIS ON THE HILL T HE wild moment shouted with much to hide: Nails to find to hammer down our hands Now strange and tingling with lust to heal and feed Gross crowds with miracles of fish and...
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PETER AND JOHN RUNNING F IRST is the woman, almost falling, panting Out the news of the ponderous door standing Ajar. And then the dreamy Sabbath of grief That they have drowsed in, splinters...
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