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A twisted Trail in Edenâs Garden (Free verse) by Dovina
Sin is crouching at your doorâ
she heard it said to Cain.
His mother, Eve, remembers well
the day she sat there crouching,
halfway through a tasty sin.
Suckered, sold and saddened,
by verdict, vouched and valid,
she lingered just for one last treat,
sweet sensation, lone indulgence
before the exit, slam and lock,
thorns and sweat outside the gate.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.625
Weighted score: 5.7059712
Overall Rank: 1938
Posted: March 24, 2007 4:30 PM PDT; Last modified: March 24, 2007 4:30 PM PDT
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