Hellion
11-12-15
Back in business
Plowing into the book of Luke
One more gospel to go and no such fluke
They, whether they hear or forbear
The coffee in the morning I nuke
Mocha at ten on the dot
I hope I don't puke
A roll written within and without
Five more notebooks is what it's all about
As a hellion troublesome, rowdy and mischevious
These qualities make me doubt
In writing lamentations and mourning and woe
I'd be better off today in taking it slow
And write of something happy for a change
Staying in touch becoming as not strange
Be not afraid of them nor their words
Though briers and thorns be with thee....
Another Read
11-12-15
Lillian Florence Hellman
Dies in the year of eighty four
When I was only eleven
O, beware of the concision and of strange leaven
I ate it and it was in my mouth as honey from sweetness
It's a dreary day
but I can still yet behold the beauty of gray
Not sent to a people of strange speech or of a hard language
With God nothing will be impossible
And thou shall have joy and gladness
And many shall rejoice at his birth
Soon time to start saying "Happy holidays"
How about today
And many shall turn to the Lord, our God
Keeping unbelief at bay....
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