My Poetry
Soon, we pray, Let it come soon Read more
Come sit, hear what the elders have to say As did we in an ancient, wiser day Read more
It isn’t your fault: No one told you at all. Read more
Perhaps ‘twere my mere feet that pathway trod — I gave direction of them up to God Read more
Don’t say I never gave you nuttin’… Read more
There’s not a chance that I might lose And neither one wants me to win Read more
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