Sinning
Out here at my grandpa’s farm, there isn’t any sinning.
We’re as innocent as Eve way back at the beginning
before original sin was born, decreed by the Almighty
and Eve was forced to don a fig leaf in lieu of a nightie.
As we kneel to milk the cows, we also kneel in prayer,
peeling all our sins away, layer after layer.
But I prefer to say Eve’s sin was merely hers alone.
I should get to do the sin for which I must atone!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Ouch.
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Are we missing sin? I personally miss sinning. It’s just since they sliced open my chest for all that heart surgery, I can’t handle any pressure on my chest and this has made most sinning … well … difficult and sometimes really painful. Ah, but I really liked sinning. Garry like sinning too, especially with me.
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Ha.. well, you are at least remembering enjoying it! That is true of so much as life progresses.
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Yes!
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LOL
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