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One Friday morning, I took a taxi through quiet Cairo streets, The city's ancient Coptic quarter, Families strolled hand-in-hand down a wide road, Past a fifth century church, I wandered past, Down an alley, Entered the Church of St. Sergius and Bacchus, Martyred by Rome
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Lloyd M Coakley II

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diewalkyrja
<p>I've read most of your other stuff, but this is my favorite so far.&nbsp;</p><p>The simplicity is <em>very</em> refreshing, thak you.</p>

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