Sometimes I like to try to find my inner Emily Dickinson, she of the oddly placed Capital Letters and the obscure phrases that nonetheless fit. Tell me what you think of my efforts to be Dickinsonian. In this case, the first two lines came to me easily and the rest was hard fought.
Pardon the Cardinal
Forgive the M. Div.
With the Thesis in pieces
Do we live and let live?
But Woe to the Crow,
Shun the Bad One,
When sinning is winning
Will we ever be done?
Cling to the Red-Wing
Repent and relent,
With Grace upon Grace
He’ll enter your Tent.
Flog the Blog,
Don’t boast of the Post
Suborn in the Morn
From coast to coast.
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