A Curious Plea

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I ain’t ticked enough boxes to be a saint

But let’s acquaint with my plaint

Do I camouflage my self-restraint

Or coat my soul with tainted paint

In my slice of life, I long to be quaint

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This week the event is to Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word Saint. Please drop by and join the challenge at Patricia’s Place

Eugenia

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6 replies

  1. This is great! I really like your style, it brings the point home in a subtle way! I agree quaint!!

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  2. This made me chuckle Eugenia. Where is the application for Sainthood? 🙂 And thank you so much for the mention. I am honoured and very grateful.

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  3. I wonder how many boxes there are to tick? I’m guessing a lot! As always fun and made me think. Thanks for sharing.

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