Issue 4 - Centre Pages

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

So the corn king has to die,
John Barleycorn must fall.
We'll drink to that.
What if the rippling summer days must change
And the warm nights lengthen?

I will await the Holly Man
With all his prickles.
No substitute
My Evergreen Spear.
Chris

*What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.*
So the corn king has to die, John Barleycorn must fall. We'll drink to that. What if the rippling summer days must change And the warm nights lengthen?	I will await the Holly Man With all his prickles. No substitute My Evergreen Spear. Chris

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