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The fall

Could be verse: poetry ripped from the headlines

By JAMES PARKER | August 15, 2007

Lines upon the arrest of a Catholic priest in Frederick, Colorado, for jogging in the nude before sunrise

Sweat breaks across my bosom like the dawn.
I trundle through the empty gates of morning
Free and redeemed and brimming with God’s love.
All heaven is my jockstrap, officer.

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