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Burnt offerings
Kings of ash, we are
an evening company
and should have been merry
but the wine and all
other things stayed
on the altar.
Poems on the topic: altar
Poems on the topic “altar” on Poets.by.
First Communion
The little clouds are all in white
To-day :
They kneel at God's high blue altar
To receive the moon.
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