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Dec 2011
She reigns above the grimy thoroughfare
where Gun Hill Meets Jerome.
A school house made of yellow brick
serves as her earthly home

It was built by Italian immigrants
with plaster Brick and stone.
It comforted the Irish Micks
when they felt all alone.

A sculptor found the beauty
contained in a block of stone
and carved an inspiration
for her people far from home.

The faces at her table change
They hail from different climes
The words and accents differ
in the liturgy of time.

Our lady stands as guardian
where the human meets Divine
Her school, a testament to faith,
in difficult turbulent times
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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