We are going hunting for morels
before the chime of the morning bell.
And suffering through the musty smell
and listening to finding in Carmel.
Glad that no ones felling unwell.
Awaiting the time when we could get on a carousel
and calls from the invention of Alexander Gram Bell
All because of a tiny morel
this exquisite poetry was written by:
Monseigneur Carson Poore
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