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dear samson, i put your hair in a jar by the old pear tree near

dear samson,
i put your hair
in a jar
by the old pear tree near the well.
i been thinkin'
over what i done
and i still don't think
God gave you all that strength
for you to kill
my people.
love, delilah

carole c. gregory
"love letter"

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posted April 3, 2015 at 10:07pm UTC tagged with poem, religion, poetry, delilah, loveletter, samson, quote

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