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DON'T BLAME YOURSELF
Think about it for awhile
When you wake up of a morn
And you've had an erotic dream
Remembering as you yawn
You ask yourself my God why would I
Ever dream such a naughty thing
But it's not you now this is true
It's you soul that wore that ring
Your soul has lived so many lives
And now it's looking after you
It often says in different way
GOOD GOD what did I do
So when it's body goes to sleep
It's off and out to play
Having such a woeful time
Doing all those things it'd never say
I remember a priest coming out of an opperation
And not yet being awake
The language was really foul
The nurse cied OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE
But that was not the priest at all
It was just his soul
Not happy having to return
From those great sinful days of old ..
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2012
DON'T BLAME YOURSELF
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