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Aug 2015
The chances

of you and I
getting out
of this party
with our virtue still alive
is virtually an impossibility

The fragility
of the Sunday school morality
drilled into our fair heads
before we were ever acquainted
with physical temptation

As the years accumulate

and the implanted guilt dissipates

we realize finally

the futility

of constantly restraining

our natural urges
Written by
steve green  In a house
(In a house)   
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