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Comments about John Darnell
I peered through a bright storefront window
At a thousand fine crosses of gold,
Thinking of gifts and of romance,
And the beauty of symbols of old.
When a Man was suddenly standing
So close, my heart skipped a beat.
I saw and I tried not to notice
His hands, His robe and His feet.
His robe wasn’t all that peculiar.
Tied round with a rope, and bright white.
His coal-black hair was long and coarse.
He wasn’t that much of a sight.
But a man and a robe on a storefront?
A man and a robe with those feet?