Dorothy B. Thompson
Crock Of Ages - Poem by Dorothy B. Thompson
Crock of ages, not for me
I'm too smart to swallow thee
You're just bunk, you can't atone.
Christian nuts, leave me alone.
Crock of Ages, what a lie.
We live once, and then we die!
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