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The sanctimonious tabernacle; where the desolated tongues confess. The covetous, unwed beds are hungry, exuberant anatomies get undressed. The biased courthouse; where many admissible lies rattle but hardly unfold. The lewd jail cells are full, innocent bodies, minds, and souls loathly probed. Create An Idiom

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Date: 8/3/2016 8:34:00 AM
I thoroughly enjoyed your poem but the idiom was not included in the poem. I only had room for 10 places in the premium contest of 35 entries. Thanks for entering the contest and I will check out some more of your work!
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Date: 8/1/2016 5:17:00 AM
Well written ... Thought provoking ...
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Date: 8/4/2016 8:29:00 PM
Thanks a bunch!
Date: 8/1/2016 1:27:00 AM
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