The Blues Poem by G PAUL FISHER
The Blues
The blues all quickly start giving back,
To God, his skills and abilities,
And they are going to give him their houses,
And anything else that God decrees,
And until they pay him for what they did,
That is the way that will always be,
The loons and their labs,
That have been bad,
Will make amends, permanently,
As will anybody else,
Who foolishly made my life difficult for me,
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