Sunshine's rays eminates all great
heat, So it does so, drain mine life
forces, giving me great feelings of defeat!
With water only of too much, that I have, I
thee do most, solidly swell, Food and air
nurse my body, as needingly well.For if man
lives by bread alone, he be as a deliberate
type of a phony! For all his friends, will
know him to be ever-full, of all that, over
abundant Balogna! Mandoes, everso, continually
air out his lies and gossip, like a line of
clothes, For every neighbor to look at, and
see, all of those mis-deeds that had, evilly
he chose! God will one day look at those
deeds, oh so full of strife, God t'will send
his judgement, sharp and fast, as a targeted knife!
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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