Angeli Agnus, a poem by Michael Ball at
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Angeli Agnus

Angeli Agnus

written by: Michael Ball



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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