Prime
is indivisible. There can only be one. Where two or three Prime Ministers would
run the country, some must march off. Because, Madame Speaker, prime is to be
first, but thou shalt listen to a range of advice. Thou shalt be gracious as diplomats,
dismissive as prima donnas. Thou shalt fight them on the benches, choose when
to surrender. For in your prime you learn the hard way, find courage to endure.
Anyway, Madame Speaker, alternatives exist. The psalmist endorses watchers in
the morning. Knowledgeable in the world, broken and bruised, monastics rise
early, finding voice to sing Prime.
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