Imperative In Jairus On Mark 5:22
5-29-20
No more clean shave
Yea, I grow out my beard and mustache
All for my passed on Uncle Dave and dreams of hot cash
Forgetting what they let me know
All fly, our nine beatitudes
And upon these numbers come up
We called it lucky as the herds drive the heads
As this enemy is not made in vain
Where the garbage truck comes twice a day to make things sane
Yea, this one hand several extra feet to dance upon in routes of discovery
Of perennial issues and mucous for our tissues
In legacies of inspiring chicken scratch and turkey feed
For all we need.....
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