sin so thin
fall in line
raise your head up
turn a blind eye
a blanket
brings on the chills
whispers
keep saying good-bye
dear Lord
if I'm a sinner
please make me thinner
till I can't remember why
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Be safe,
Karen