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Someone, give us the strength
to survive this particular onslaught
of cell-death and other indignities
Last night, while I was at the piano,
my landlady pounded the butt end of a rusty musket
against my chamber door.
To all appearances, she hates my sonata.
Our Father who art in me
You are the One I love
The One who hurt me
The One who seeks the truth
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