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Feb 2016
As a child
I was born a catholic
and unknowing
and not yet averse to religion
my knees endured
the long pains
of high mass services
in my monastery school
where the old abbot
held up by god
eventually finished
and the sun still shining
outside the church door
we hormone confused bodies
were released
to boyhood
Written by
Daniel Pierre McClenaghan  M/second city usa
(M/second city usa)   
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