I'm sorry.
It's hard for me to listen.
I feel flat and tired.
I look towards religion.
by going to Sunday School.
The meeting hadn't started.
People stood in a row
shaking hands.
looking down at the ground,
I burst into laughter.
She stood shaking hands with
the priesthood men.
Her pany hose fallen,
crinkled around her ankles.
Now, How am I supposed to be depressed?
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