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Premium Member We Kept the Coat As a Reminder

We Kept the Coat as a Reminder
She was gloriously nondescript
Her eyes glazed over with a crusty face
Pink eye? We asked each other
None of us knowing
We are not doctors

She had a headache
But no one knew
We could not have guessed
And we did not care
Recognizing this, she kept silent.

We let her into our Sunday School Class.
Her coat was smelly, mothy, old and ragged.
Two women ran to get their coats before hers met the rack.
I thought they were rude.
No. I knew they were rude.

They have been rude a long time.
Two prudes.
Two rude sister prudes.
The stranger stayed the whole time.
She did not look over at the two prudes.
Not one time.
She left being as nondescript as she came in.
We never saw her again; but she left her awful coat.
We keep it as a reminder to try to be nicer next time.
In case she was Jesus in disguise.

Jezebel

if ever a devil was born

violent and rude, a star of the dawn

if ever an angel fell,

 it would be you, Jezebel


 if ever there were two eyes

 to take the blue from out of the sky

giving me heaven and hell, 

in that same tune, Jezebel


 the one and the only
 
    at times it gets lonely
 
        soon she will know me. . . better 


 that's where it is, these are the parts 

 this is my kiss and here is my heart

 they say only time will tell 

 if it is true,  Jezebel


 I'll not be surprised

      if she tells me a lie
 
          I'm just glad t' have met her

 the one and the only
       
         if she still wants to hold me

                now she will know me. . . better


if ever an angel fell, 

it would be you, Jezebel




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On Rude

Just a little rude can ruin someones day,
being rude a little bit,
is like swimming in a vest,
rude is like swimming with no trunks on,
kissing in the dark,
was it him? or was it her?
and eating from a bag ewe  left open on the counter
for several days.
The decadance of Society,RUDE,
has finally sickened me,
the only thing to do is pray to GOD
to quicken me.
When the hours pass too quickly,
and the days pass just like hours
the months appear to me like weeks gone bye.
These aer the things eye am searching for.
A Kind Word.
A Smile.
A Happy Kiss.
A While.
Time is a blessing.
Keep Time In Today.


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