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Berenice, Formal poetry, Good Friday, poem, poetry, Veronica
Now when it’s told – the wise Jew’s tale,
Of courage tell, that never failed.
As men cried out and women wailed
Was to his face, she held her veil.
Soaked up his sweat in cherished lace,
Wiped from his lips the bitter taste,
And with his blessing she was graced,
For there upon the veil – his face.
Good one in all sorts of ways!
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