Non Eastern Shore Poetry
Now I lay me down to sleep,
The clergy ballots I count like sheep.
“…more young people, more diverse people”
Echoes from year twenty-ten
But here we send the same again.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
The clergy ballots I count like sheep.
“…more young people, more diverse people”
Echoes from year twenty-ten
But here we send the same again.