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You served the Latin Mass with the priest Father Jones who had a deep affection for St Thomas a' Beckett you prepared all his items before Mass began and listened as he muttered the Latin prayers as he dressed in the various items in the vestry you heard sometimes when one of the little boys was there say at the mea culpa I'm a cowboy I'm a cowboy I'm a Mexican cowboy but you glared at him hoping Father Jones never overheard after Mass you took the boy aside and whispered and said It is mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa not cowboy nor Mexican cowboy he stood there wide-eyed What does it mean? Through my fault through my fault through my most grievous fault he nodded and said So no cowboys? No cowboys you replied nor Mexican cowboy so he went off disappointed and you said nothing to the priest although be may have heard and smiled being kind and understanding the child.
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
No Cowboys 1957.
You served the Latin Mass with the priest Father Jones who had a deep affection for St Thomas a' Beckett you prepared all his items before Mass began and listened as he muttered the Latin prayers as he dressed in the various items in the vestry you heard sometimes when one of the little boys was there say at the mea culpa I'm a cowboy I'm a cowboy I'm a Mexican cowboy but you glared at him hoping Father Jones never overheard after Mass you took the boy aside and whispered and said It is mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa not cowboy nor Mexican cowboy he stood there wide-eyed What does it mean? Through my fault through my fault through my most grievous fault he nodded and said So no cowboys? No cowboys you replied nor Mexican cowboy so he went off disappointed and you said nothing to the priest although be may have heard and smiled being kind and understanding the child.
TerryCollett
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
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