Don'T Blame God Poem by Cigar Aficionado
Don'T Blame God
He gives you choice
you don't give any thing
but a lame prediction
of Nostradamus doing
Rasputin's roast in final act.
Toast is not toast unless
you burn it..Don't burn me
and blame it on GOD..isn't
it a wonderful world when
lottery numbers dream about
you going to the..State Capital
to finish what you started with
Ike turners one thin dolla....git
behind me.What.yea..I know I need to duck.....
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