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Communion in a Sippy-Cup?
Of course not, no; it cannot be, and so
Now having splashed His Precious Blood upon
My coat sleeve and a communicant’s hands
From that rota I must withdraw my name
Where it should never have been anyway
Where I should never have been anyway
As out of place on the Altar as
A poor fourteener is among blank verse
Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist
That measured line and I are just too slow
So let the Cup (and the fourteener) go
