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Grandpa Bill

Submitted by Edith on Tue, 07/10/2007 - 03:15

I thought I saw you walking next to me, as I stepped upon the Chapel floor
Turns out I was wrong though, for what I saw was only the Chapel door.
I thought I heard your voice behind me, and so I quickly glanced around
But I was wrong once again… and the bare wooden pew was all I found.
I thought I saw your small red car, while we were on our way back home
I was sure I sighted some short grey hair, but I was wrong, and felt alone.

The Boy With The Basket

Submitted by Gregory on Mon, 07/02/2007 - 23:24

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Michael Grant, who was the youngest of three children. He was ten years old, and his two oldest sisters were sixteen, and twelve; their names were Philomena and Edith. He had a mother and father, whose names were Marie and Luke Grant. Michael also had a Saint Bernard dog, who was two and a half years old. The Grant family lived in a cabin, with a farm, surrounded by woods and lakes and a clear sky.

The Frustrating Mistake

Submitted by Edith on Sat, 06/23/2007 - 23:35

Tonight while singing the “Salve Regina” as I sat in the fourth pew
In front of me I heard a young lady; she sang and went flat, that I knew.
It went on and on, HOW out of tune it was! She just wouldn’t stop
Then she HAD to swing her rosaries against the kneeler with a “clop-clop”.

So I turned and I switched positions and counted my wooden beads,
I couldn’t take it any longer, so I prayed “Oh God, shut her mouth, puh-lease!”
Now it was the third mystery and I wanted the lady to go
But she would just keep singing. I guess she didn’t know…