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Sin

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Ah, who claims to be purest?
A sinner somewhere you are always
Causing a tear of pain
While taking birth, to your mother
Your sins begin to carry on
Years to follow, till the last breathe

Sins begin
By lying to father about the cracked window glass
By lying to mother for the late reaching home and bruise

By lying to teacher for incomplete homework
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Tara Raj 13 April 2009

Great work and very true lines. heartful appreciation.

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