Soul Poem by Dann Thomas
Soul
A lady cried out ‘Souls'
At the gate of the Mayo Hall
With neither begging bowls
Or open palm for coin to fall.
She cried out Souls again
'I have souls to sell, want one? '
I decided why try and attain
When you can buy, oh what fun.
Now I got two of them for fifty
Kind of a deal, she said, comes in pairs
I'm saved, but I don't feel so thrifty
My Sole now protected from wear.
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