The Very One(For Janice)

D Dónall Dempsey
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Ah... Venice! Not above stealing a saint or two when considered necessary or seen as politically expedent. So, St. Mark finds himself smuggled past Muslim customs snuggled up in a casket of pork. France's St. Roch is nicked...yes but... purely for medicinal purposes ...to ward off plague. But St. Mark's (shhhh...don't panic the pigeons in the Square) really takes the biscuit containing as it does one of the very knives used to cut bread at the Last Supper. Yep. One of the very ones! Not to mention a finger of Mary Magdalene. Yeah...one of her very own ten. Now...she's not using them! The stone upon which John(the Babtist) was beheaded. Yes...the very one! Yet only one of the four authenticated skulls of the great man! And one(sadly only one) of the numerous arms of St. George perhaps the very one with which he slew the daragon. But then on the island of Murano they have(have they not) the bones of the dragon slain by St. Donato. Ah...Venice my Venice! Full of sunshine & laughter!

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