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Confession
A corpse sat singing
Playing for some gold
Bodies stood waiting
Praying for their turn
Angels prodded kindly
Moving along the line
Sand was busily seeping
I couldn't mark the time
Doubts came creeping
Massaging mind and soul
The singer reluctantly abandoned
His pot of gold
Playing for some gold
Bodies stood waiting
Praying for their turn
Angels prodded kindly
Moving along the line
Sand was busily seeping
I couldn't mark the time
Doubts came creeping
Massaging mind and soul
The singer reluctantly abandoned
His pot of gold
Published 23rd Aug 2014
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- Edited 16th May 2018 5:40pm
24th Aug 2014 1:40am
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Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
24th Aug 2014 7:59am
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24th Aug 2014 8:31pm
25th Aug 2014 10:50pm
The pot of gold is heaven and we sing our sins for the prize. Thanks for reading Jackie.
31st Aug 2014 10:04pm
Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Oct 2019 7:38am
25th Aug 2014 00:56am
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31st Aug 2014 8:31pm
I saw it many ways dear friend...but i saw a cleansing of the soul the most. Isnt that what a true confession is for?
Hugs
Belle
Hugs
Belle
31st Aug 2014 10:03pm