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Jul 2014
I used to light candles
& say lots of prayers,
heard coins
clanking in the jar.

And now,
all of that cash
is being paid
to the altar boy,
our father
fondled.

I won't go back,
no way.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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