Karma Indeed
Karma waits,
tween covered doors,
ironic, slaps me to the floor,
my this time curse,
the subtle score,
though innocent,
i insist,
black arrows, never missed,
i am guilty ...yes 4 sure,
aint just my kind of bliss,
too ironic i implore,
desist!
no never wants 4 more,
my name is on the list,
abhorred,
though one time virgin kist.
do vestal virgins snore....
great poetry p. d. babe "karma"....
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