Pub of Perdition by Ted Sheridan

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Pub of Perdition

11: 11 and on God’s dime
I borrow a prayer from my childhood
and I ask him to forgive me
for every bad thing I’ve ever done.
The rain stopped and the sun came out
briefly; long enough to wash me of my sins.
11: 15 and God left; late for lunch.
And me, well I was back to my old habit of drinking before 5;
only this time it was with a pint more humility….

2008 © TS

Ted Sheridan

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Alison Cassidy (5/25/2008 3:38:00 AM)
I don't think you're alone in your humble confession - or in your return to 'business as usual'. I enjoyed this. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Gregory Collins (5/24/2008 10:51:00 PM)
drinking at the pub of lost souls, it is amazing what two hundred and forty seconds can do with your life, damnation verse humility

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