Beacon Twinkles While Skin Wrinkles and More
Beacon Twinkles While Skin Wrinkles
Beacon that we are under twinkles,
And as I do get older skin wrinkles;
Die each day;
Pass away;
Now on my grave water sprinkles.
Jim Horn
Mind Mixed Up In a Blender
What would happen if I should surrender,
My mind had been mixed up in a blender;
Now equal;
Saw sequel;
Did end up meeting God in His splendor.
Jim Horn
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