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MY CONFESSION
Lord, I have confessed my sins, All those I committed. I am, however, not sure If I benefited. I have often promised that I would not sin again. But I cannot curb desire. From sin I can’t refrain. This cycle has repeated Without ever stopping: Sinning, confession, sinning, And again confessing. Now I am rather too old, Even sins are tiresome. It’s my confession, the last, Before to you I come. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 syllabic format. • Written for the “COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST” contest, "COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST " M C Gupta 7 March 2009
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