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Jun 2018
Why in naivety do I vent such spleen
On one who kind and stray from hate?
And wills for Love insatiate
But my imagation? Ever keen

Why does my weary soul apportion blame?
To angel for what covert devil did?
For β€˜neath that ruse his misdeeds , crimes rank hid
For shame for shame for shame for shame

Yet truth is vindicated by time
And his heart’s purity stand sublime
As hour of the judgement chime

To be blessed I must admit mistakes
Before the lord who my redemption makes
Say sorry I made saint and angel ache
Megan Sherman
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