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Hi Pauline,
That is a very good poem about Sin. However, I did not enjoy it. :) It hit too close to home for me at times in my life. Your poem made me think of sin as an aroma floating around to find some nostril waiting to breathe in. It comes in with the good sometimes and affects the senses forever. Think of sin like the smell of bananas. Yes, you know the smell of bananas well and you will never forget it. We have to be ready to hold our breath when we know sin is about. And hold it as long as necessary to not smell it.
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