Sunday, 25 June 2017

Same As He, Me And She

I can appertain in honour of I name,
And can respectfully refrain
From being like a lion in Zion,
As you are compeer with the Son.

We are all God's holy children,
But some boil up sins in a cauldron
Of potions with notions of takings
Instead of forsaking the wakings.

Supplement the poor I do implore
And to settle a resentment score
Of not being a bore, as a pig can swill
In an ill of suffering being a kill.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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