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Mar 2020
The smell of cinnamon
Drifting up the stairs
Knew St.Pats arrived
Loaves of bread for the sisters from each sibling
Aromatic bread ready to be eaten.
Church came first with temptation in the pew. Were thoughts on bread or the priest.
Oh to be a sister for the day.

What am I saying. A slice of green bread and green milk await my trip home.
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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