777 Poem by Saul McCandless

777



Drive with me,
Behind or in front
Sometimes, a place

Comfort you
From near or afar
Sometimes, your face

Hope with help
In God and me
Sometimes, distaste.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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