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My Promise To God (Carry This Weight)
 
Avoiding this flock
Those pretty girls
With ruby lipstick and hems
Getting into a sticky web of pretend
But lacking no grit
I've crept again
Advance through the bog
Fill this jug called my heart
With my sins and amends

By NeatoChallenger

© 2009 NeatoChallenger (All rights reserved)

 


Advance – Bog - Crept – Flock - Grit - Hem – Jug - Lipstick
– Pretend – Sticky )








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