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Poetry Potlatch Challenge--Villanelle

Sweet Precious Forgiveness ... sigh

by michaelcahill

Sweet Precious Forgiveness ... sigh                                                         by michael   With ease, I find forgiveness, as I'm not a perfect man. My list of dire transgressions wears the sturdiest of quills. Now leave me to my memories; you're no longer in my plan.   I guess that's cold, but warmth escapes me-can't you understand? Just because I let it chill, you're still guilty for the bills. With ease, I find forgiveness, as I'm not a perfect man.   A feather's light, the burden's lifted; I feel super—ma'am, while you're a piglet drenched in swill, I trill songs of whippoorwills. Now, leave me to my memories, you're no longer in my plan.   I always will remember ev'ry lie. I shall not ban a single dirty trick, OH, I'm so pissed that I could kill! But, yet, I find forgiveness, as I'm not a perfect man.   I dream of you immersed in acid, sizzling, getting tan; of course I'll pray for your sweet soul, dear, I don't wish you ill. Alas, I have my mem'ries, you're no longer in my plan.   Alone, I'll carry on, with brav'ry, courage and elan. You'll rot in hell; it's not my fault, but such a bitter pill. I hold unto forgiveness as I'm not a perfect man-- and cherish ev'ry mem'ry; that bitch just ain't in my plan.

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