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Early in the MOURNING I usually went out,
To ride my bike on a FLOUR filled route.
BUTT because of the WHEATHER, today I changed,
A nice ride in the evening I had arranged.

I found myself riding THREW the dark scary WOULDS,
A BARE popped out and I dropped all my goods.
I felt the HARE RYSE up on the back of my neck.
Then I HERD myself mumble “oh what the heck”

He was so close I couldn’t help but STAIR,
My life might end, Oh this just isn’t FARE!
The CENT of his breath, replaced the night HEIR,
Yes my friend it was SHIRLEY a scare!

My hands a trembling, I began to feel WEEK,
I don’t know IF EYE ever did blink.
Out of reflex I grabbed ahold of the BREAK,
I thought if I fall down, dead I’ll fake!

Just then I was able to gain control,
I started to PREY, Lord save my SOLE!
All of a sudden I heard God’s voice,
I have your back, just rejoice,

Rejoice I said, what can you mean?
Oh my God, I want to scream!
Then something sticky began to POOR,
Had I been clawed?  I wasn’t SOAR!

A massive hive had fallen down
It LADE on his head like a golden crown!
I NO this sounds a tad bit BAZAAR,
But the honey could’ve filled a giant car!

I tell you the truth, for this I saw!
THEIR was honey on my lips and jaw!
The honey was SUITE, yes I did taste,
WRITE then I didn’t care about the size of my WASTE!

It was quite a SITE, the hive on his head
He was very shaken, as the liquid spread!
The BE’S were swarming around his FIR and KNOWS,
THEY”RE were thousands and thousands that did impose!

The furious animal SACHET a WEIGH
FOUR the Lord had saved me on that terrifying day!
EYE am so thankful I didn’t DYE,
And that ole grizzly WALED on BUY!

It must have BIN one of the WRUST DAZE of my life!
Maybe AISLE carry a switchblade knife?
OAR attach to my bike a wooden OR
And knock him down on the grassy floor!

I could consider the CELL of this old bike
But that would be wrong, CUZ the bike I like!
And even though it was a REEL close call
I didn't get hurt, no NUN at all!

But I HERE its better to BEE safe than sorry,
who NO'S I may ride in a DESSET or safari!
And I may not be WHITTER than the rest,
But God STEEL speaks wisdom into my chest! 

TWO HYMN the day was a total loss,
TOO me it was a day to trust the cross!
To trust that God has a unique plan
Even for me, the simplest of man!

To SUM I bet this story just don’t SEAM fitting.
But there is a point to WITCH i'm getting!
SEA, HEAR is the reason to you I RIGHT
We all make mistakes, some big, some slight!

God uses the simple to confound the wise,
So grammar police, WOOD you please surmise!
It PROPHETS you nothing to point out our SNAFU!
And how would you feel if I was pointing at you?

Grace my DEER should guide HOUR CORSE, 
The love of Jesus, we should enforce!
Now if you STEAL have MIST the mark,
The PRINCIPAL thing,
 If not in love, please muzzle your BARQUE!

Written by: 
Stacey Brown
1-4-2016
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