The Inventory
Inventory, Inventory,
everything is for the glory
Innocence, my innocence
e'er bequeathing recompense!
Where but deny ~ my own expense
the cost of trial in motion's hence?
Oh innocence ~ my heart's own fence
was crumpled ~ from without's consent!
Ne'er more, ne'er more ~ the hoaxed pretense,
reveal the scourge
the scourger's meant!
Oh Innocence, my innocence ~
. . . . .the inventoried soul's relent!
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Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2012
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