I didn’t Go to Church
By: Chase L. Currie
Bad Poem: Number 50
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It was a Sunday or so I believed,
My head was whirling and,
The Bell was ringing …
The Devil – gave me his water last night,
To sing with my devils,
Until – the Sun came up,
She knocked at my window,
Begging me to rise,
It was time to go to –
God’s House,
Where I can get my soul – saved,
But I left it back at the bar,
Rooted to the stool.
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