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Jan 2019
I forgive the mere mosquito that bites me on the neck
Consider if we didn't we'd be a puddled wreck
They come in crowds of thousands in an aerial assault
The energy to hold a grudge – well, we forgive them by default
I forgive the ones that get me, that drink at my expense
I forgive the ones that, mercy me, I **** in self defense
Of course I don't dislike the little beggers any less
Forgiving them won't serve to stem a subsequent transgress
It's not something we have to learn - from birth until our death
We know how to forgive one as we know to take a breath

There was an awfully bad assault when I was just a boy
With rising welts across my back like grisly corduroy
My profound embarrassment forced me to camouflage
Even now my mem'rys just an indistinct montage
That time I did not forgive. Mortified and angry
It took me years to realize – the forgiveness was for me
I forgive the ones that get me, that drink at my expense
I forgive the ones that, mercy me, I **** in self defense

                                            RC
This is a re-write of my original poem.
Ron Conway
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Ron Conway  M/Bridge Lake, BC
(M/Bridge Lake, BC)   
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