Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

Terry's Church

He always kept a special place within his heart for church
when every time he felt that way he'd rush away in search
That every time a woman yelled he wasn't up to snuff
he'd go away to church that way and pray she's not enough

That on his way to pray that way
he'd never felt so simple
When saying he himself's that way
was standing up for simple

That on his way to see there's more
for kindness that's quite simple
He knew that they were very fierce
and bold enough to cripple

That he would find a way to go
for not to be as little
When kindness for his church would say
they're shelter from the whittle

And Terry knew to find his way
for losing pain he had
When he would say the one true God
is just what he'd kill sad

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