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I
have displeased,
I am uneased,
Unruly shrew am I.
My soul's diseased,
With stain it's greased,
"Forgive", is
what I cry.
With grief I'm seized,
In sorrow squeezed,
No breath to let a sigh.
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Until he frees,
Absolves with ease...
On sorrow's bed I lie
JMJ
Long-Skirts
12/18/03
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