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June 2009 
Sourdough Potato Soup Sandwich
Posted on Jan 23rd, 2009
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CentriRitanni
CentriRitanni
Take not this an apology,
But rather words wrung plain.
Despite my guilt and heresy
A "sorry" I shant pain.
You've mistaken me for which
I cannot claim my name.
My anxiety doth not reach the pitch
You throw in one demented game.
I thank you for the thought
Of how you've done me wrong.
You cannot see, though, that what's wrought
Is part of life's low song.
I forgive what sins you pass
As mine you do the same.
So no apologies for wind and crass
Nor one for feelings so untame.
But rather words wrung plain.
Despite my guilt and heresy
A "sorry" I shant pain.
You've mistaken me for which
I cannot claim my name.
My anxiety doth not reach the pitch
You throw in one demented game.
I thank you for the thought
Of how you've done me wrong.
You cannot see, though, that what's wrought
Is part of life's low song.
I forgive what sins you pass
As mine you do the same.
So no apologies for wind and crass
Nor one for feelings so untame.
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