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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Sunday, May 22, 2011
A way not to see it
Though we were standing eye to eye
he could not see past himself
to know how little he was
in a world so large
post modern verse
Stood
, but
our
eyes
eyes
He
was
referring to
please
his own
past
How little
he
knows
Very large
in
the world
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