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Your heart is landlocked
and she is out to sea.
All you can see
is the inside of
a black box.
She is sailing
You cannot move
She is sailing away
You cannot breath
You pray and you pray again
But it is not a prayer.
It is a phone number:
VAtican 3-5000
"May I speak with the Pope?
I will hold the line."
You are holding but
you cannot move
until a divine Francis
is on the line.
I have a broken heart,
Your Holiness...
The next morning,
She is at your door.
The next morning,
She is in your bed.
"What the world needs now,"
you say to her
"Is more Jesuits."
"More Jesuits in high places,"
she says to you,
"Then we will never
hide our faces."
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Footnote
HE IS THAT GOOD is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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