The cobwebs keep on growing, and infesting mine pearch...My troubled life seems to have doubled and left me in the lurch.
Do I say what now, do I belong in a church? ...Yes how?
I must learn to cancel out my aggravational...Occasional?
Am I rational? ...Heck no! , I know!
Read thy Bible kind kindred soul...Goodness of all, should be my goal.
Listen-And you should hear the wind, rattle your loosely and unwedge'ed pebbles...Do yon duty and feed your dog, his bits and Kibbles!
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