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Poem: MEXICAN PRAYER
Poet: UNKNOWN
PEDRO WAS DRIVING DOWN THE STREET IN A SWEAT BECAUSE HE HAD AN IMPORTANT MEETING AND COULDN'T FIND A PARKING PLACE. LOOKING UP TOWARD HEAVEN, HE SAID "LORD, TAKE PITY ON ME. IF YOU FIND ME A PARKING PLACE I WILL GO TO MASS EVERY SUNDAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND GIVE UP TEQUILA." MIRACULOUSLY, A PARKING PLACE APPEARED. PEDRO LOOKED UP AGAIN AND SAID, "NEVER MIND. I FOUND ONE."