shinding

Shinding
7-25-17

Begging mercy of my judge in valleys and rivers
And hills
As God will behold
This is the joy of His ways
Come on mule, pull the plow
For turkey bread
Heed the word by which you are for
Just read it would be the recommendation
As to display dead carcasses
More desolate than the wilderness toward Biblath
Just do the math and it all works out
As to wash my soul with water of snow
and altars way desolate
Where the sandbox gets rancid
Shindy our rumpus shinding and elaborate
For a party of three....