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She perches a bird on a spindly winter branch her pious breast puffed up with self and righteousness she builds her nest of pillows and lap blankets - afghans of granny squares like a motley jumble of feathers the shredded remains of a circus clown rising from her army green Crocs (R) to her poly-chiffon hanky a mantilla of lies to her self and she nestles down on her egg of wine and host and judgment weaving into the walls of her nest her prayers for the unfortunate for the unbelieving for the undisciplined for the flaw of being less holy and less wholly the child of Big G God she knows she is
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
Child of Big G God
She perches a bird on a spindly winter branch her pious breast puffed up with self and righteousness she builds her nest of pillows and lap blankets - afghans of granny squares like a motley jumble of feathers the shredded remains of a circus clown rising from her army green Crocs (R) to her poly-chiffon hanky a mantilla of lies to her self and she nestles down on her egg of wine and host and judgment weaving into the walls of her nest her prayers for the unfortunate for the unbelieving for the undisciplined for the flaw of being less holy and less wholly the child of Big G God she knows she is
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
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