Lawrence: the Martyrr
January 23rd, 2012 § Leave a Comment
And as always, you narrow down,
Passus est! Assus est!*
And how they came in all their conquest,
And named the river yours, and made it compass
Dearest Lawrence,
you’ve had men race on logs, in your waves
and at this time of the year,
you’re ice up like a crème brulée!
*He suffered! He was roasted!
Lawrence: The Martyr by Marie Jane by The Room 22
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