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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Gutter Trash 3

Not feeling very rich.
Fell into the gutter ditch.
All the world in a fray.
What was that, GOD did say?
My friends say to me.
Back then - rich mans fee's.
Carrot on stick - mighty illusions.
Many falling, to the confusion.
Empty images confuse my mind.
GUTTER TRASH - end of the line

9/24/2009 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
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