The Outcast Flying Dutchman Poem by Liza Sud
The Outcast Flying Dutchman
I never could give in and crack down,
and sailing over LaMansh -
I always was the Fluing Dutchman,
and only jealosy was mine.
I never had my own house,
I'm always homeless on this earth.
I was accepted by the righteous
but even from them I could go!
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5/17/2024 1:50:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, on earth we all are homeless waiting for eternal truth to pass and take us away....Liked it.10+++++++