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"SATURDAY NIGHT"
a new sunday splurge
and i go to church,
but the door is locked.
like they can lock the door and keep
god away from the bad people like me
who would like to come and talk to him in a
holy place.
like a church was the only holy place.
well i can go to the woods or
the sidewalks
to find him.
i don't need a church that locks its doors.
a good person isnt just good on sunday
how about the rest of the week.
how about at night.
at night the doors should be open...but
there are vandals and bad
people who dont like
gods home
do you like it?
it is his home
or the one you pretend it is.
i think god ran away from
home and
lives in the
street.
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dam [img]redface.gif[/img]
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"nothing lasts longer
than waiting
for a call
that never
comes"
dam
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Amen to that Tee [img]frown.gif[/img]
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Dave your poetry is amazing...... [img]graemlins/heart.gif[/img]
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i am humbled...thank you.
dave
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dave?
what ever happened to stories that start out with....
Once upon a time, there was a little girl with long black hair and pretty blue eyes. This little girl grew up with the thought in mind to make other people happy. She did this mainly because she hated to see her friends sad....then one day, 20 years later __________.
k, someone take it from there....
<font color="#CC6633" size="1">[ March 11, 2003 04:15 PM: Message edited by: Tee Ehn ]</font>
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She cloned herself, so that each and every one of her friends around the world could always have her with them and they were never sad again.. And every one lived happy ever after.. The End!!
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my dear sweet snowie-one..i waz gonna say that i don't do fairy tales...but you came along and saved my ass...(now that ya got it...whatcha gonna do with it...) but back to the topic.. [img]rolleyes.gif[/img]
the hospital stuff is over for a few weeks and i am ready to post a few more oldies but goodies.
[img]redface.gif[/img] dave [img]redface.gif[/img]
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*As i looked over a mountain valley*
silent is this
beauty i see-
i sing not
it's praises,
i whisper them...
dam