Variations on Herrick

I sing of blessings, misery, pain,
peace, celebration, maggoty butter,
frosty evenings, gypsies, God,
protection, Hallelujah, America.

Who I sing to? Those who judge,
those who listen, those in awe.

When I sing? All day long.
Everywhere, immersed in song.
Why I sing? Because I must.
Without my song,
my soul would crush.

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