Stripped clean.
Yesterday still ringing
In my ears.
Bruised,
But not beaten.
Never beaten.
Sinner or saint.
Who should judge.
Slain,
Yesterdays wrongs.
Tomorrow yields yet
Another skirmish of sins.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Stripped clean.
Yesterday still ringing
In my ears.
Bruised,
But not beaten.
Never beaten.
Sinner or saint.
Who should judge.
Slain,
Yesterdays wrongs.
Tomorrow yields yet
Another skirmish of sins.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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This started out as something different than what I started with. These things sometimes have a life of their own. Thanks for stopping by Audrey!
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