Lonely little petunia

By lonelylittlepetunia

Regiment

Harken all, the time is near !

When all the world at last the truth shall hear,

Then the lion shall lie down with the lamb.

Our lances shall be turned to reaping hooks,

Swords and guns be cast as plowshares.

Nations shall live in lasting peace.

All men unite as brothers.


A lovely evening spent singing with colleagues.
And bashing out rhythms with stones and shells.

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