Of SinA Poem by Judy PoncebyFrom the inspirational words derived from orders given to Frank. :D LOLAn elderly priest sits on the dilapidated stair to his hovel Contemplating once again the stinger he delivered in his Sunday sermon. An attempt to strike a note of serious consideration of the consequences of sinning to his congregation. And yet, as he leans with his gnarled hands upon his walking stick, He can not help but smile at the wicked joy he witnesses as a Drunken Santa Claus and a skimpily clad prostitute weave their way past him down the cobbled lane.
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Added on July 24, 2011Last Updated on July 24, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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