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BlueShifted, waves from nineteen seventy-six, November,

inundate me gently, and their rhythm reminds me to remember

that Christ my Saviour, Lover of mankind, has prepared a place

for even a stray like me, such is His infinite Mercy's Grace.

To His Kingdom, I shall (I think) I shall be departing soon,

freed of this world, as it is, that trumpets an innkeeping buffoon.

But I shall soon forge thatt when I soar to the stars and past outer space.

J-Called