Smear

Quick Sand

Smear

It started out as a smudge
Did not mean to begrudge

Daily these sorts of things arise
Many things they are comprised

It begins as a blemish very small
Grows to flamboyant brawl

We all are acquainted with this smear
Once in a while it provokes much fear

The resolution to all this disclose
Is not as easy as you might suppose

To purge and purify might take some time
Especially if it was wrongdoing or crime

Some are managed with water and soap
The big ones require prayer and hope

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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