Flying Dutchman Poem by Liza Sud
Flying Dutchman
I never could give in and crack down,
and sailing over LaMansh -
I always was the Fluing Dutchman,
and only jealosy was mine.
I never had my own house,
I'm always homeless on this earth.
I was accepted by the righteous
but even from them I could go!
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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5/9/2024 6:12:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
jesus didn't seem to have much of a house either all the better free to experience and see what you can GIVE to the world an enviable position to be in