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Walking in the sky,

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
"My Lord," said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

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  • philophant
    November 27, 2003
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    Hoho! "Eager, devoutly"...this reminds me (forgive me, my dear Stephen Crane) of my own poem...The Defense of the Donkey, My Kinsman.