Oh, my

So much for a bouqet of Roses which will Never Die (like what I did with those capitals there? You can tell I'm SERIOUS by how I Capatlize Everything Spiritual) we'll now chuck sports balls to Mary. I'm picturing her cowering as 53 soccer balls come flying at her face and scattering the Roses all over the place.

I feel like who ever gets these might be...I don't know...missing the point?
Or DESPERATLY trying to get their young kids to pray the Rosary. By turning it in to...sports...merchandise

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