SH (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

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Three miles to go
three roes to hoe,
three little words said, as
three drinks go straight to the head -

Three prayers spoken
to father, son and holy-spirit,
three chances for the broken,
praying that they hear it -

Three times the same dream
with only one thing it can mean,
three goes into one,
where love is never done -

There'll still be three miles to go
and three roes to hoe,
that's the way it must be,
this side of eternity -

Three times the rooster must crow
before we get to go, so
three times here let's give a toast,
to Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost -

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A great poem with a great flow, the number three has done you proud.