I'll have a bite
To eat -
A cup of wine,
Some broken bread;
Set them all at ease.
I think I'll wash
My feet -
A water bowl,
A ragged towel;
Clean off the dust
From off the street.
I'll disclaim
I'm a traitor,
Run to temple,
Hang out later.
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