Not Many Thoughts Here Poem by Phil Soar

Not Many Thoughts Here



Many moons and satellites, float in outer space
Breasts and very ample bums, brighten up my face
Angels hang above me, waiting, should my soul depart
Jesus spoke to me last night, but all I did was fart

Monday, August 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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