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Each morning
After early morning prayers -
It was the way the room
Was laid out and the bare -
To be able to say
One Ave or soft -
And there, as you came by the pillar,
Was the nun praying, not softly like -
Yes, you could see her
From where you sat in -
It all began
With the countingby Terry Collett 32 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 13 12:30 AM. In poem, child, beads, nun, rosary, prayers, finger and thumb -
It was just as well
Sister Agnes never saw -
The ebony Christ
Nailed
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