I'm sure, by now, you're all well aware:
"M-Y s-h-i-t don't stink.‘Bout that I truly swear."
I've got no faults, no defects, no frailties.
Each night I thank the Lord, down on my knees.
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A poem that smells of truth? I bet you suffer from sore knees!
" don't" is not 'proper English'. " doesn't" is 'proper'. i used Poetic License. bri (:
I don't know about your sh.t, but even the Sun has spots. Although it is closer to God. It remains to believe your " always honest and spotless " voice and word. But I’m sure you're clean as a whistle.