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not the whole lot were

convinced my bare

skinny arms

 .

were sinful

nor was God afraid

of my beauty blossom

.

one day I saw him

moving in a bright

light a dash of green

.

I was gazing at the altar

in a country little church

that held its white tight

.

I told Padre Marcello who

had green eyes similar to

my vision he was moved

.

every young girl gleefully

stared at him I found God

was more beauteous

.

.