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Consider; I missed a no-hitter

But a small price for peace 

Saint of St. Patrick

Fount of humanity

A manatee of sympathy

The path was often black

I've stood in Styx

Waded through Lethe

Committed coitus in Cocytus

Until finally

The pure glory of Purgatory

Nice to be not angry

On guard for harpies

Hunted by herpes

Gnashing teeth

From japes of wrath to Ogden Nash

Benevolent, if not slightly injured

Not ready, but that's not necessary

Not a scratch for every itch

But a cleansing from when

Every little thing was a lens for envy

And everyone was a bitch

Soothing; the rest of the reset button

Like an enema from Enya

Flush with hope and growth

For depth beyond gropes

She came and went, and briefly wept

Not an end game, but an important step