Thornbirds
He took his place in cassock clad.
The yearning unchecked, her chances slim
The veil she clasped around her head
She knelt at the box where light fell dim
Confessing the love she had for him.
The choice was made and rings changed hands
Obstructions and doubts were shoved aside.
In upstairs room the wardrobe stands
Where parts of his life discretely hide
Limp cassock for years has hung inside.
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Contest: English Quintain
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
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