Angeli Agnus
written by: Michael Ball
@whirred
Every Eastertide, the bikers dug a pit.
Local butchers, both Old and Young
Mike Fiumefreddo, gave spring lambs
to the Hells Angels block party.
The bent, ancient Italian donna
made carboys of raw red wine
Somehow by the third glass on East 3rd,
that wine magically turned pretty good.
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