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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Bad Poem about Fat Tuesday

Fat Tuesday

Oh day of shame!

We eat till we're rolling...

We read drink play till we we're lame.
(hey, it rhymes)

Tomorrow begins the fast...

on Ash Wednesday.


40 (46 actually, but who's counting?) days to not stray.

Remember the sacrifice?

Remember the tears?

Remember the lashes?

Remember the fears?

Was he forsaken?

I think not.

For us He was beaten.

His death our life bought.

I pray for a time I'll remember each day...

and that each of my small changes...

forever will stay

inside of me

to remind me

of the price He did pay.


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