GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 99

ST AUGUSTINE’S CONCUBINE You loved me once Augustine, and our son, The sapling that grew out of dirty love Your mother could not stand me, she’d outrun Our life together, you two hand-in-glove. Peace always did elude you, you would read And say the strangest things, not settle down With me or someone else, you had some need Apparently, I think back in home-town. 99