Glynn Poems - Poems about Glynn

...Father God is rich Eternally rich in Grace Yet His Son was poor Born poor for our sake So everyone's good enough To receive His Gift Divine Poverty Blessed are the poor in spirit Theirs i......

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...Fielding Culver stepped off the west-bound train, and gazed up on the towering Front Range, it was a cool morn, eighteen sixty-nine, he’d been sent out west, his brother to find. He set up in a......

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...Wild Woman from Glynn She was wild woman from Glynn, And she always would like to sin; Did again and again; Started growing thin; Became spider a web would spin. Jim Horn......

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