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Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing For those who wear his token in evidence Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury By tour bus those who wolden ryde there To seek a blessing (and a souvenir) In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us: “Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd – Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
Upon Finding a Souvenir of Canterbury in a Desk Drawer
Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing For those who wear his token in evidence Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury By tour bus those who wolden ryde there To seek a blessing (and a souvenir) In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us: “Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd – Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
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