Save me from the virgin

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The lofty mountain may crumble

like the crusts of dry bread
All men may foolishly stumble

when they are full and rumpfed
The python may stir and be awake

Waiting all day for the prey
The foundations of man will shake

When beauty overshadows the day
like the redwood which breaks

man is fragile,sometimes so fake
In all lands the virgin takes her toll

adorned or simple she makes him fall
Thats normal,yea due to hormones

But Lord,my love for thee she eats
Now Iam bare, reduced to a bag of bones

Lord she interferes , she competes
My God,above my flesh I could not rise

How can I avoid the second look?
Lord make me wise, Lord make me wise.

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Why don't you look at Apologies to Edgar After Thanksgiving
by: Richard S. Green
from: McMinnville, OR, US

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