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I caught myself at the cattle guard
before the rain hit
hard
and soaked my cell phone
offenders you, come across
you unaware,of wrath deep inside
my intent tonight, a trickle of retribution
gallwashed in me
But He caught me up on the way to my plot
ruined my plan with tears
asked Him for an answer on the way
to my week
He gave and still I war with me
over loss
I always thought getting even playing poker was a worthy goal when far behind
cut my losses and I go home ahead. Get it?
But there is no getting even with man or God
Not on paper or person
Neither blood nor ink will
wash away those who
killed my dog
It was all my fault anyway.
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