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Welcome to boppy's blog!
27 Oct 2009 10:33 AM
My Mother used to call me "Grace"
Due to my clumsy natured way
Doing silly antics or telling a joke
Loving to share my sense of humor
My passion is to compose a poem
As a person with a gentle old soul
With loads of love and much more
God knows I am just little old me
My health isn't too stable anymore
My walk is a little bit cautious now
At night the old rooster crows at me
A gurney follows me day and night
My earthly days are numbered now
And I know that my redeemer calls
Even of the wrongs that I have done
I do know that God wants me as I am
By: Brenda Hall
"thepassionatepoet"
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Posted by Deva on 27 Oct 2009 1:40 PM |
So true boppy.
Hey, whats your rooster doing crowing at night??
^__^
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