Sins of past returned
To a nasty tempered woman
Indignant over a slight.
She was a nasty, nasty verbal klutz
In front of others not able
To just say why oh why.
They now look up whistling
Into the skies for wrens and hens,
Sins of past returned not deliverable.
Nice face outside not nice inside
With outside disclosure
after time passed by.
Truth sets an attorney free
when stumbling into an office
observing a rude office with ghosts inside.

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