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An Imperfect Life poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald |
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A crown of thorns, exquisite ridicule! two barbed truths entwined each to each oppose; the one a regal sign however cruel the other sharply signifying the rose. Their mockup sovereign tolerates the shame. Composed, He meekly bears the accolade. They worship, knowing not how close they came to the feet where love's homage rightly laid. Mockery's a sour dish best served up plain, as clumsy imitation rudely done; too witty, it can boomerang again reverse the subject/object of the fun. Those whose dark humour their own torments scorn May come too close, and find themselves reborn!
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