shortcake litany

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Sofia

please have mercy

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Sofia holy spirit

please have mercy

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Sofia

please hear us

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Sofia holy spirit

please graciously hear us

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dear Sofia

with all my might i will keep in your ways

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amen

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prayer

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Sofia

goddess of wisdom

have mercy on me

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Sofia

ray of heavenly light

have mercy on me

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Sofia

consuming fire

please have mercy on me

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Sofia

spirit of love & truth

spirit of wisdom & understanding

spirit of counsel & fortitude

spirit of knowledge & piety

please

have

mercy

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Holy Sofia

shed Thy light into my soul

engrave Thy law in my heart

inflame me with the flame of Thy love

open to me the treasures of Thy graces

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darling Sofia

teach us to pray & think well

enlighten us with Thy heavenly inspirations

lead us in the way of salvation

grant us love of knowledge

inspire in us the practice of good

help us persevere injustice

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please

oh please

be

my everlasting reward

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amen

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aye! a wayward wind

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The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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In a lonely shack by a railroad track
She spent her younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made her a slave to her wand’rin ways

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And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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Oh I met her there in a border town
She vowed we’d never part
Though she tried her best to settle down
I’m now alone with a broken heart

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And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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The

next

of

kin

to

the

wayward

wind

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song

Herbert Newman & Stanley R. Lebowsky

art

James Roderick

Clyde Caldwell

& Kaleya

beautiful models anonymous

editor

Elvis Bojangles

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kiss of democracy theatre III

Tanya R as Col Sheena J

She Who Is Obeyed

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by Rawclyde!

2014

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After about 6 weeks of boot camp

us new recruits of 1st Platoon got our 1st break

in the barracks dayroom for 3 hours

Sheena showed up with a joint for her & I to share

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Outside we ducked thru a wooden door below the building

The floor was dirt, the ceiling low, the walls unpainted

In the darkness the match flared

Sheena’s face flashed forth that of Saint Joan of Arc!

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Stunned, I took a toke, Saint Joan, she cracked a joke

Thoroughly stoned we levitated into the dayroom

sat quietly on a plastic couch

1st Platoon spastically whirled around us

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Over-wired by 6 weeks of boot camp

All the worthless bums were soldiers now

Hair cropped, grins big, suddenly too healthy to relax

While Sheena & I sat silently stoned, watching

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Pool balls cracked & ricocheted

Dumb jokes splattered, laughter clattered

Sheena lifted her fatigues, made me kiss her tummy

In full view of all those raw recruits

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Her warm belly-button sucked me into Afghaneeland

Mission Impossible become a dreamy Betty Boop slope

In a slobbery Tora Bora cave I become a slippery slave

Swallowing the orders & commands of Col. Sheena Johnson!

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starring Tanya Roberts

text copyright Clyde Collins 2014

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http://saintjoanofarcreincarnatedalmanac.yolasite.com/Afghaneeland-I.php

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