Miserable people love to make others look not good Shed blame on innocent if they could People who sit around get really ill I should be written down i once had that guilt After a spell of meditation had passed Two bucks were given gratuity vast My sister gave me a call Two week vacation reinstalled Liz has me books that i can read I told her now I'm writing poetry Every church girl every church She turned me down to end my search Irene asks if i need to write her down she's not here today I"m about to eat a HUGE HUGE Thanksgiving meal taste so great Liz told me about her cats and seeing Lisa and Todd I remember when we used to call him Todd Wad Because of him my college course was ruined They put me in four classes to keep two for doing They said he said no he said he did not But my poetry i know will yearly make 202.6k on the dot That's how much i lost to a sis I'm using my gain for a winning bliss He who makes me the most off my poetry book The roots are sinking low like an old tree took Liz said December one to twenty Susan said one to thirteen Both are plenty and hurt mean There i drove junk before two forty four turned me down God said make them history just look around Winder is a million miles rom heaven Every church girl but overall twenty-seven All the states two forty five But i thank Jesus Im still alive We should not be transfixed on our loss Please give donations to my credit cards , fav verses ac 2 38 & rom 10 9to10.

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