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user: trifit
created: 2022-01-15
karma: 823
He spoke for his people
Maintained their historyIn dispelling the myths of old
His house had been made sacrosanct Jukeboxes jewelry and trophies
Adorned the long corridor The large Jackson Pollock that hung above the mantle
Reminded him how
we were all random strokes on a canvas
fighting for space He whispered in Latin
“Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.” Which meant “Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death” The hand on his cane then tightened.
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