An official sinner since he ate the Host,
he swallowed wafers, but could not
absorb what clearly mattered to the priest the most,
the catechism. Wine won’t clot,
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Ha! I can't stop laughing at this. That 'standing up, North of Ireland, Presbyterian hair.'
At least he survived his first communion till yesterday. The poem is high Gershon quality!
I once attended a baby shower thrown in my honor, which was every bit as
discomfiting and hard to swallow. Maybe that's why I had only one child. LOL
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Ha! I can't stop laughing at this. That 'standing up, North of Ireland, Presbyterian hair.' At least he survived his first communion till yesterday. The poem is high Gershon quality! I once attended a baby shower thrown in my honor, which was every bit as discomfiting and hard to swallow. Maybe that's why I had only one child. LOL