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Sep 2018
By the candlelight of prayer
the monk knelt by the wick
a nasty over-passing host
made sure that he did slip
and caused the flame of meditaition
to leap and catch his robes
then laughed like mad and teased
that fire purifies the soul
Written by
Alfredo Ron
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