Evert the hunger burden..
For I was born eleventh.
Let us feed the garden with seeds,
So the children can feed,
Shall we also cross-breed?
I like cross breeds,
They wipe tears off people’s cheeks..
Like Zoe the Greek,
Alexander the Great..
The weather is chilly and grey,
The mood is calm,
Come, come into my hands, calmly
The morning is late,
The sun is shy,
The hazy
clouds,
The whizzing wind,
The earth is calm
ON THE PULPIT