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Painful souvenirs

The priest loved Jimmy
Such a handsome choir boy
Yes, he loved him dearly.
Years later
Jimmy was a young man
Serving his country.
The priest, now a bishop
Had the honor of
Reviewing the troops
Stepping in front of a
Young man he recognized
He stopped, gave him a smile
And a wink.
He later enjoyed
His usual lavish supper
As was his wont
And while he digested with
A  Grand Marnier
Others found Jimmy dead
Hanging from a crossbeam
In the drill hall.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Author's Note
From an image in a novel called The Hippopotamus by Stephen Fry.
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