History class –

Cavaliers, cars and coal mines – riding, riding, mining
King Charles One, predictable stylistic Italian, a ‘No’ for two miles down, five miles along on belly down trains, and you’re there, seems still more still bodies under collapsed seams
History blab, rights and honours when no-one could read, it was all alliterated words, all that taking time with archaic messages between others to get small things done, those lessened centuries with their oar-galleys went up and down the same River Un-special
Prison less the double bunks, and sharpened smuggled-in love tokens bit into their walls to prove the point, it had their graffiti, not our ‘Art’, and candles for keen egos thought treason – all Class at work
Many delayed martyrdoms came and went, Saint Sir Thomas More kept the separate safe distance from English catholic peasant barely laity, those unfaithful minds, those unclean people
Sometimes and somewhere seminarians and deaconesses can’t be the same thing
Men, Women, Class, English-Latin

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