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Winds of March through Golden Arch
this may seem (sound) absurd
up much trouble he has stirred
being tough old bird
an honest life lead
wife and me we had been wed
prayers to God had said
winds would be of March
when I was dry throat parch
blown through golden arch
coffee and donut
drank then ate and my mouth shut
against wall head butt
saved from sin will need
God surely always plants seed
meet him with much speed
nothing left to see
death has been bothering me
die and soul set free
Copyright ©
James Horn
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