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Sunday Commandants
by
Donal Mahoney

 
You met the man a year ago
shook hands with him back then.

Now you see him once a week
nod and say hello but you

can’t stand the man for reasons
you don't understand.

Neither of you is rich or poor.
He’s done nothing untoward.

Perhaps it has to do with him
becoming a commandant like you

albeit in a different aisle
passing the basket at church.
--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2015-08-03.
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