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At the Pawn Shop

This a place of souls more precious than all the gold, payment without sin to heaven one is promised. The trap door to hell, busy. © Harry J Horsman 2013

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Bl Devnath

Date: 6/22/2013 10:43:00 AM

This world is a filter having a small door where souls are poured into it and it is only possible to be passed out when one is purified. In the name of virtue sin is done and keep busy to go to heaven which ultimately leads to the trap door to hell. My sweet friend, it's a great truth of mystery. You have worded this clever poem very beautifully. Loved always, bl

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/22/2013 6:41:00 AM

Good morning Harry

Cecilia Macfarlane

Date: 6/22/2013 4:05:00 AM

This is ingenious Harry and so spot-on! I love it! Hugs

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 6/21/2013 11:49:00 PM

Excellent. Very cleverly written. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs

Carrie Richards

Date: 6/21/2013 4:35:00 PM

This was a terrific twist to the usual.......so much truth, ........a place of souls indeed! Love it!!

Jack Horne

Date: 6/21/2013 1:20:00 PM

love this clever take on the contest, Harry

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/20/2013 10:17:00 PM

hey ,you are such a smart guy. I am still working on mine. Meanwhile you wrote a stunner in tanka form!! Should do well.Susan loves tanka!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/20/2013 7:47:00 PM

Very clever Harry! I wanted to say a special thanks for being so encouraging. People like you Harry make it a pleasure to write. I use to write only for myself, I must say this is a lot more fun. I have learned so much since I joined and writers like yourself inspire me.