Mcshane Poems - Poems about Mcshane

...I was driving our new bus down a rural lane Potholes, rocks, the bus began to complain GPS didn't reach, I told the rock band As we bumped along in no man's land. This will wreck my guitar, sai......

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...There's a girl from Dutch Country Who kneads this heart inside of me She's beautiful, a treat to see A singing angel, that is she A true companion to a T I see compatibility My dreams of he......

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...Always in black, Fr. McShane raises cathedral hands and intones, ‘our brother is finally home.’ Absolved of the fight to contain a lifetime of tears in this ceremonial splendor I just have to wonde......

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...Lucky day! Father McShane was on the altar. I knelt in gratitude, in silent applause. He said mass faster than the lead car in a drag race. Hosts flew and before we knew it: “Ite, missa est.” * ......

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