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Times, They are a Changing
Church goers ain't what they used to be, but all are welcome. [Rubaiyat]
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Times, They are a Changing

I don my hat and gloves and hose
To venture out and take repose
In Sunday praise. But wait – Oh my!
There’s scores of souls in ghastly clothes.

Her jeans are torn. He has no tie.
A cell phone rings. He must reply?
“Whazzup,” sings boist’rous disrespect.
‘You’re in a church!’ my eyes decry.

We’re all God’s kids, I recollect
And settle down as I direct
A sandaled boy with exposed toes
To join my pew and disconnect.



[Interlocking Rubaiyat Quatrain -- Iambic Tetrameter]


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