Hitchin' A Ride..... - Poem by D.A. Woods
Hitchin' a ride,
with the devil inside,
on a hot and dusty trail.
When he spoke,
my thoughts he invoked,
my insides bewail.
The more I ignored him,
his wrath did begin,
with visions of things that may be.
So I opened my shirt,
his suffering can't hurt,
because this creature is of Gods free.
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