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During the conclave, the Cardinals are locked away. What do they do during those hours? Meet, discuss, pray, vote, eat. And drink, apparently, based on what I saw at this site. * * * * * * * It makes sense. You'll find God in a few drinks and the devil in many. * * * * * * * Reminds me of this poem:

The day grows long, and I start to desire
The cold bitter taste and the amber hue,
Of a cold draft beer or one brewed by fire,
Wanting to relish its wet peaceful dew.

The drunkard is not what I seek to play.
I seek leave from the petty things in life
That dog the soul and bring disarray
With earthly lusts and dreams leading to strife.

The first sip sends a deep heave to my chest.
The second sip and my worry cowers.
The third, and my eyes close, for a brief rest.
After the fourth, I gaze at God's flowers.

The bottle is half full, but I am not
Ready to cease my peace-seeking chores.
For a week, life has put me in knot,
I want only joy, to forget all its bores.

'Bout gone, I thank God for barley and hops,
The corn and wheat, and every grain's brother.
Now I grin wide as I swig the last drops,
Jumping up thinking, 'I'll have me another!”

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