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February 27, 2017
Oh, the build up – mercy me,
a busted gut, where blood ran free.
Oh, such little sense on show.
Up in arms – well I don’t know!
Oh, the broken hearts in bits,
recovery slow – as panic hits.
Oh, the value of wisdom’s call,
when backs were up against the wall.
Oh, the scandal, all yesterday’s news,
forgiveness found in crowded pews.
Oh, the undoing of twisted lies,
so weak were those soft alibis.
Oh, the relief of answered prayers,
a job well done – end of nightmares.
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