Stegenga
7-11-20
Getting my green leaf for crowns in twisted vineyards
Ere it passes in treacherous sands of sin
So we can claim to win
Soon time to hit the road again
Thou could but know as joy strung quarrels in Mother
This weekend getting my redleaf come September
Sage or master
Turn the race on
Disaster all your ones decline
Acts not compelling
Sage or maker turn to our page on disaster
Shunning the lie of violence all for his Stegenga.....
Ronnelley
7-11-20
Dear Savior gave His all
While the serpent is still casting gall
As to its contemporaries
For Henry Shaw genius stained in a new environment
For the fairies of Christ's shattered
All for hopes of our hereafter
For power publications in a plane
Where all I can do is pretend
As Van Morrison sings this is the end
Back to Mineola for love incorporated
Shouting their optical illusions in His Stegma in an R.R. Donnalley
In the prison cell of pride among the things that God hates
And our dear Savior gave His all....
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