Page One Hundred
2-20-17
Open a window and let me breathe
Doing clerical work collating papers
Stacked up eighteen inches for pinches
More trouble, it's a part of life
All the way to the other side of the world
and a very long chin today
I win
Made it to page one hundred
Having change of the Irons
As for me I have not hurried
Away from being a shepherd whom follows you
Those who are against Him will fall
Which is why I must take my business to the mall
For Dublin by daylight
More trouble
It's part of life
Filling sixteen ounce mugs
And coffee things she sings this desire
That will not be quenched
I have this want or does it have me?
Becoming accustomed with the inclination
For the diminutive body
Like a tent....
On Jeremiah 18:2
2-20-17
A sweet smell and not a stink
All swell in things I think
From rags to riches sitting on gold
And a warm trend in the middle of wintertime
I won't need my coat today
For the motion of the sea
At other times it's only me
Maria still is my sister over in Spain
As I remember her with pleasure
In that she brought me no such pain
Changing the hand on the alarm for four fifteen
Still scheming
God bless fresh air
And through my east open windows
As I will keep my boots on
And do something productive in all succession
For all laity
Arise and go down to the potter's house
And there you will hear my words...
Tomorrow (Another Chance)
2-20-17
A thousand men dig for gold
All clean shaven
Coming in from the cold
Who can your lover be
Getting our four slices of the good stuff
Business as usual
Such has satisfaction
In the eye of the intercessors
Come black cats and their trade
Two by two, we relace the shoe
Her green eyes sparkle
Still having the notions of the common woman
Corrupt and morally offensive
Of which includes us all
No one exempt
Tomorrow I have a chance to step up to bat
As love will not be quenched even in those despicable
In God's eyes as good apples and no such worm
In every stratagem that could be invented
God knows......
Totty And Dandy
2-20-17
Minute body shakes but not forsaken
Accustomed to a life of laundry
Handy dandy
Controversy envelops
Those that want to look good
O, fop be our cash crop
Hard and yet unyielding
Cruel, harsh and stern
We have a lot to learn
O, legal eagle
Fly high with the seagull
For shackles and fetters inflexible yet
And unrelenting on the other side of such a pride
An act of God to take a hold of this fellow
And make crooked ways straight
Healing and doubt ones iron
Yes, keep it up and rejoice
For toothpaste Crest as a subordinate religion
As the cats in the well
Like a totty in her courses....
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