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Story 134

So Long in Church

In ST. PAUL at ST. PETERS Catholic Church FATHER PATRICK, the

head PRIEST, PREACHED from his PERCH, a PULPIT of PINE, POPLAR, and
PAPER birch.

He said a couple r r re e ed d du u un n nd d da a an n nt t t and r r re e ep p pe e et t ti i it t ti i io o ou u us s s, though r r re e em m ma a ar r rk k ka a ab b bl l ly y y

and r r ri i id d di i ic c cu u ul l lo o ou u us s sl l ly y y, r r re e em m me e em m mb b be e er r ra a ab b bl l le e e things: “ Each and every single solitary

sinner’s soul has been besmirched, with stain, smear, smudge, or

smirch. Therefore, every month on the first, fifth, fifteenth and

twenty-fifth and on the first and fifth Fridays, we ought not in the
least, feast but fast, from fish like flounder, PIKE, PICKEREL, and PERCH.

“ The Bible we must research, searching, scouting, striving for

our Heavenly plot, our place, our perch. Otherwise we leave to chance

being left alone, lorn, forlorn, lonely in a lurch!

Change: St. Peter’s without apostrophe.