CHALICE
I think that I'll drink the Mediterranean
for you. It's got no reason anymore to
be, and anyway I'm thirsty as can be.
Blue Grotto, Isle of Capri, Malta;
all three.
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If I say my prayers rightly, I can get
Jesus to linger. Mary to intercede.
And that hopeless cases guy, Jude
to lend a hand too. Christopher will
carry me over the waters. The Patron
Saint of Travelers, though I don't
think he's still around.
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None of it matters, of course, for I
travel, never alone, in my holy capsule
with two of every item, though they
each are opposite : It was a very tedious
task, putting this all together. Love will
ride with hate, and anger will room with
comity. And that's how peace is made.
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