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On the way to trial today, I thought I'd stop and check the mirror. Hmm, those robes don't look so hot - A food stain here and there a tattered seam. The same for that musky powdered wig (Better check for fleas and lice). If fact the whole ensemble needs to go But am I REALLY ready? My peeves and sorrows belong to me Like toast belongs to butter. Can I simply give them up Like chocolate cake for lent? Am I REALLY ready and how about you? Truth be read, those noxious griefs Are less akin to a bracelet's charms Than to a convict's ball and chain. Do we truly need them? So, let's conjure how it might be If I forgave you all your damages As you forgave me mine. The bonfire is hot and ready And those tattered robes are flammable.
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
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On the way to trial today, I thought I'd stop and check the mirror. Hmm, those robes don't look so hot - A food stain here and there a tattered seam. The same for that musky powdered wig (Better check for fleas and lice). If fact the whole ensemble needs to go But am I REALLY ready? My peeves and sorrows belong to me Like toast belongs to butter. Can I simply give them up Like chocolate cake for lent? Am I REALLY ready and how about you? Truth be read, those noxious griefs Are less akin to a bracelet's charms Than to a convict's ball and chain. Do we truly need them? So, let's conjure how it might be If I forgave you all your damages As you forgave me mine. The bonfire is hot and ready And those tattered robes are flammable.
robert-c-howard
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
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