Poetry

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Please,do not label me a saint,for that is something i most
certainly ain't,am just a poor sinner like any other,false
modesty will make me shudder,in the morning,or at noon,cannot
pray a bit too soon,then at night when i retire,i pray to GOD,
for grace to lift me higher,protect me from satan,who is the
keeper of eternal fire,don't want to swim in sinful mire,saintly
people,GOD;knows them well,for none of them do go to hell,can
read about them,or so i do hear tell,by honesty,charity,purity,
three simple words written on a page,but to live all of them,
there's no sinners wage.
Joe.

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