Sixty
2-9-18
Stepmother turns sixty
It may be hallowed times to shake em all down
For our heartfelt dialogue
Give me a jet so I can blast off and visit the moon
Again seemingly a Saturday
I used to walk the floor as to continue for the future
Being stated in present tense
A legend in my own mind
We will build our inheritance
Under Hinckey we make it real
Where God gives us the way we feel
With so much of such sophistry at the altar call
I kneel
Out statement of eternal truth
Let me tell you have a good one
With the key to peculiar joy....
Much Good
2-9-18
Focus on others and love your brothers
Like the flame it smothers
And the sound of the dead of the waves we can approach decision
Lover come back in precision
As God has more in mind for you
He has a work for everyone as to accomplish the impossible
One fine day we will be together again
And I can hear you answer so says he with seven stars in left hand
That all will be profited thereby in somber visage
Come back to my arms
Books and more books
Much good....
As Called To Higher Places
2-9-18
As to delight in all chastity
There I have failed again
To do what I've got to do
In grosser crimes of the angel of Present
In Solomon the seventh son
Don't quote me on this
I'm just a'rambling
Weather looks good for Sunday's church service
Being the means of praising kin in song
As we rock on to Jesus
Where I have known this joy
Across the world in seven seasons
As a dweller in my man cave
At my lover's future wedding
Finding home in affluence and willingness
To be a blessing as profited thereby in Shaw....
As Developed Through Adversity
2-9-18
For if it will I suffer it
In losing myself again
To make it real one more time again
As profited thereby received not of the fullness
At first my main man, keep the thirst as sunlight comes shining through
Organizing effectiveness as I improve their discipleship
I enjoy your company prominent by the world's standards in the kingdom
It's upside down
We are living in such a way
To hope to bring glory to the Word and name
Just take it as Jake towers over them all
In the Astro-Hungarian race of pepper spray
And mace in a better place.....
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