Brian P FitzGerald
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The freezing draught deeply bites;
A grey-robed priest now shuffles past
"Let us Pray" the rector cites,
My collar I raise, I glance at the words.
"We have erred and strayed like lost sheep....."
I strayed last night; I froze in the yard....
I erred and sinned, for me no sleep
I followed my heart's devices and desires...."