Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were put into a postion
so you could see they were in constant use.
the new tractor he painted "lecherwite"
on the door
mats that were custom " Chuck and Duck"
were on the floor. a plum colored pillow with
beautiful embroidered stitches, had a dark
pinkish message talking about his Missus.
" Cuckquean" the stitches spoke a
fluffy pillowy seat. Sweet yeasty rolls
filled with delicious meat.
Back to inventory a label for
the hydrylic mulcher
people are something
now adays seems they lack culture
Only a fool could understand
silly things silly people say
I sprayed some pest be gone
to keep the pest away.
I smiled and asked the Fellow
what did condonation mean
he said if your wife were on yourside
you be on the losing team.
The handle of the hoe to replace
the broken one.
When my wife comes over here
don't laugh when I call her"Hun"!
Wriitten By
Bocal, LongJoint and Keys
That cacophony of little, irritating noises inside me
Finally, tell me how we would pray for forgiveness.
The reckless condonation of a wickedness spree.
That cacophony of little, irritating noises inside me
We have no reason to suppose we possess an alibi.
Lamentation amid spasms of crying and weirdness.
That cacophony of little, irritating noises inside me
Finally, tell me how we would pray for forgiveness.
The reckless condonation of a wickedness spree.
That cacophony of little, irritating noises inside me
We have no reason to suppose we possess an alibi.
Lamentation amid spasms of crying and weirdness.
Finally, tell me how we would pray for forgiveness.
Insanely brave devotion that is never oddness.
Written May 08, 2021
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Barbed volleys
Wound my heart.
Sieved and torn,
Crippled beyond repair.
I crawl,
Seeking condonation,
For what I know not,
Content with scars.
Would that they disappear
Without trace,
To start afresh;
But barbs suppurate!
The Hurdles of Forgiveness
Forgiveness is a skill, a strength
because it is born out of character
and does not come easy.
It is a mountain encountered on life’s road,
a steep climb to condonation,
reaching the summit to find peace and healing
waiting to embrace you.
Without forgiveness, there can be no peace.
Forgiveness is a choice, an attitude
which must be learned.
unlocking chains of bitterness and resentment
allowing the spirit to soar free.
Forgiveness is a check, ripped in half
cashed only by the mind,
satisfying all debts.
It is the needle that mends the soul.
Forgiveness is love.
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