Not This Cup
By vrsmulator
A rosary of wines worry on our lips An abacus of lies tallied into chits To us before we kneel, pray & genuflect; Kissing Truth so soft only our reflect- ed charms persuade us to be real. ! ! ! ! ! ! -------------------- -------------------- Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 08:35 AM PST 0 • 1
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"A rosary of wines worry on our lips..."