Twice Told Tales

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My spiritual life eschewed the smears of mimeographed church bulletins
grandson of the preacher
in the dirt basement with the alluring pitch of poison ink
a stencil duplicator
during church service
careless of the Gloria Patri prayer verse or song
I scanned stacks for a program printed perfectly
each letter without a smear or blob
especially those pale bowls of typographic counters
a  b  d  e  
o  p  q  R and
the extraordinary double-bowl g.