We always crab
this life is drab,
and blame the Lord
for all discord.
It shouldn't be
for gave us He
freedom and will,
His Word as well.
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Would you believe I thought it was going to be about crabbing, a jaunt I was sure I would enjoy reading about. You surprised me. Read mine - Brush Strokes - Adeline