Way

by Frank Hubeny

There’s quicksand by the pearly gates
for those who wander off the way,
who love the breezy, sleazy mud.
Then pleasure pops – another dud.
On pins and needles now they say,
“Let’s try again!” And there they stay.

Based on a prompt by Linda Kruschke for her Paint Chip challenge.

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