Access
 
We had to lucubrate the records,
of these sharp brave men.
We sat out on foot out numbered by the hoards,
we traveled the distance through the urban glens.
No time to practice oh Lord,
we had access to sin.

By MississippiMan

© 2006 MississippiMan (All rights reserved)

 
Week 25 - The ten word challenges

access - brave - distance - foot - haze
lucubrate - number - practice - sharp - urban

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