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ACERBIC TONGUE COLUMN FOR TVoSM. Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos, santificado sea tu nombre,venga tu reyno, hagase tu voluntad, asì en la tierra como en el cielo. Mapapatingin sa direksiyon ni Soledad si Emilia at mapapailing. Danos hoy nuestro pan cotidiano, Y perdónanos nuestras deudas,. Abay, baka gusto niyong sabihan si Father Vincent sa bayan.