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Sandy Mount
2-20-17

For our little sandymount
Then to take us there
Tomorrow I wait for her call
So we might assemble
God has big plans for us
As the interject, Alas for the day!
Let's get together again
Taking ten camels
Going to Mesopotamia
And for me how when all we have is now
Three years later still in my sobriety
In all aristocracy of exceptional rank and privilege
And hereditary nobility
A drink in your hand
Elite and upperclass
Blessed is the man who leans
Not to his own understanding
By the gentry and the well-bred
Well-fed to the world, dead.....





Six And A Half Years (Under My Belt)
2-20-17

Six and a half years and sober
Amen for the pen
Now it's just me and my nicotine
Between me and my Maker
Where the morals of remorse are restored
O, partisan
Tell me again if you see me naked
Come on again
I need your support
What do you put in your gab
For with the point of a diamond
It is engraved somewhat enslaved
By all that I craved
In a murmur and applause
From the spectator's light
To seven lamps with olive oil
At the chapel if you please
Some say it is better to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
But in the kingdom it is the latter
Take that little whelp and call on him for help
Amen, for the pen!





Going To Battle (On My Tub)
2-20-17

The matron gives us sick leave
For iron and clay not mixt
You are a veritable peacemaker
For Ginger Mooney
Show me the place of heaven where the sun shines
Word becomes a man
Let your fire out the next time
And do the right thing with enthusiasm
As if to the Lord
And work with your own hands
I say an Our Father for the day
Thread of light a particle away for highland and plateau
Rebekah came out, our answer to prayer
Heaven is where the sun shines
Finding our damsel for Isaac
Show me the place of oath
Laban drinking from your cup
Do all today for the glory.....