That Grey Old Man, From Altoona. Poem by Michael Gale

That Grey Old Man, From Altoona.



There once was an ancient old man from Altoona...
Who could no longer chew his food with a fork or a spoon-a.

When he found his place...
Filled fully with Grace.

Now God has his attention...
No longer was that man full of dissention.

Now he hath, been saved...
No longer Satan's, unthinking, dumb slave.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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