By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 30, 2015 Self-Righteous By Florence Hartman Townsend I took out all my little faultsAnd laundered them so clean,And hung them in the sunWhere they could all be seen. My neighbor, too, was laundering;Her faults hung on the line.And though I wouldn’t have you tell,Her faults are worse than mine! Why did she stare so when she sawMy faults so small and fair?And give her faults a little pat,With a sort of pride...
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