Like A Loaded Nun.
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Like Your Cinnabon.
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Like The Midnight Heat.
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Like A Piece Of Meat.
There Are Chances.
That We Take.
Cheap Romances.
That We Fake.
There Are Moments.
That Are Real.
Moments.
We Appeal.
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Like Our Time On Earth.
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Like The Virgin Birth.
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Like The Devil’s Coat.
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Like The Shit You Smoked.
There Are Lessons.
That We Learn.
Blessings.
That We Burn.
There Are Angels.
That Bite.
There Is Darkness.
Light.
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I’ve been following Charlie Robert’s poetry, my family and I can’t get enough. Can’t wait to hear more!
Love it! Especially the biting angels line.
Like a “Loaded Nun” brings us right into the poem like a roller coaster ride. We anticipate what’s next but it’s not always what we anticipate. A little anxiety builds up but it’s a smooth Hot ride.. Thanks Charlie for sharing!
Like a loaded nun!!’ Love it!