Logic
Logic
nothing perishes but the overcoat body,
spirit rises canters well,
outworn overcoat, falls away ole Poddy,,
go anywhere, but bloody hell,
logic says the soul wont smell.......
grub of soul lives on the earth,
butterfly spirit flys in the light,
depending on your brownie points,you surf,
bitter/sweet is your next delight
have you really got it right?
wealth n power Asp will bite,
deprive the spiritual worth?
alright....
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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