Of the three Easters to chose
It was the spring of Mars
Alone he stood in the sky
Like a stopped bullet
Circling his prey
It was the year when nothing
Could happen soon enough
The year of long delays
The year of the pig and the horse
Paraded out for all to see
The year the stars looked confused
The year we had the roof patched
The tomatoes planted
The year I held you close
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