Troubles
troubles are a state of mind,
the tree wont bark if you unwind,
leave em on a leafy branch,
ask the lord to them recant,
till less of them you find...Don
I spoke to an old guy on his motor wheelie today...
he said he was going to the uniting church for xmas...
to join the lonely and the looney
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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