Wasted Days Worshipping Of Way Laid Idols And Gods. Poem by Michael Gale
Wasted Days Worshipping Of Way Laid Idols And Gods.
Doorway to thy soul...
Brings to thee the one i know.
Mayhaps we retrieve thy glow...
Good seeds of thee that doth in'flow.
Strings of thy heart play melodies of good start...
Well wished wishes become thy part.
Mushrooms blossom by thy tree's root problem.
Evil diety's remove thy best sent gifts b'for-a
God whom lets all just steal fro' and unjustly rob 'em.
Pagan entities reserve foolish idolozed haste...
Fro' akin to man who mistakenly worships Gods by totaled waste.
Sir Michael Jeffrey...Gotta admit, your rivers are flowin' these days big time... another fine write, MJG...''''''''''''''''FJR
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5/5/2024 6:29:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
small graces are given to those who grace themselves. talking to God has inspired you my son. what do you want what do you need ask keep asking