Yet Wayward
12-11-18
For we walk by faith and not by sight
And he ate it raw lying stunned on ones side
Rolling over reeling and rocking for our dripping nine-chambered heart
As suggested taking a great kettle over fire
O, my brave spouse inside of the aspects of me
It feels like Christmas again not stingy with it
Reflecting on my own triumph as our draught gilted fifteen hundred
Down by the sun approving ourselves plenty more where that came from
By honor and dishonor
Harp and snare drum.....
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