Marbles - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
HAY, I just came from Grand Dad's house and he
gave me this old leather bag full of marbles. GEE! ! !
let's play marbles. OK. Let's draw a circle. There lets
pour them out. OH, they look old. Here you take a
shooter and I have one. WOW, that marble broke.
Looks like glass. Your shot, WOW, that one broke.
Your shot, that one broke. Looks, like it is crying.
HEEE, HEEE. Your shot, that one broke.
Same again, it broke.
GEE, today is the Sabbath, maybe GOD is telling us
some thing. I read in ISH: 58 13-14 about the Sabbath.
Maybe we should pray and talk with GOD.
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