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Nov 2013
Sin
He dipped in holy water
As a penance
For all the sin done.

His sins swam ashore
To the dry comfort of land

For they hadn’t a doubt

Once he got out

*He would hold their hands.
Please see cover photo.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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