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Tammy Crum Poem
I can't join the military for my disabilities won't let me,but I can help free
up some of the pain by advocateing for the veterans rights and help people to welcome
them home honorably.
I can't play pro basketball or football or even hockey for that matter but I
can valiantly be their biggest fan and cheer them on to victories;oh yeah I can play a mean
game of wheelchair basketball.
But hey Mom, Dad, community "Are you still happy and proud of me?
I may not me able to be the next US President,congressman or congress-
woman,but hey I may be your senator or town mayor fighting for your equal rights.
I may not be able to stand and say the pledge of alligence like everyone else
But I'll be proudly front and center the first to remove my hat and speaking the
allegence with my hands as fast as they'll go.
But hey Mom,Dad, and community are you still happy and proud of me now!
I may not be in the world olympics skiing and skateing,what such but I am
first place in bowling, swimming and I may be slow but its all for Special Olympics,
we really have some time on our hands do you want to talk some more,or just give
a chance.
Again I ask hey Mom, Dad, community, really still proud of me now.
Copyright © Tammy Crum | Year Posted 2014
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Tammy Crum Poem
He didn't beg to stop, he didn't whimper and whine; he showed
his strength and humility all while wearing a painful crown of thorns.
He took a beating of beatings done so out of insanity and jealous
done so out of jealous insanity and rage: for those stripes driven into
his flesh were for our iniquaties and by his grace are those stripes our
healings.
He carried the weight of our sins humility as he lifted and carried
his cross struggling against the spitters and mockers,amongst the violators
Yet not once did his crown fall to the ground.
He was to die right there as a thief, while a thief was released for all me
and all of humanity,yet done with such courage and humibily didn't lose his
sanity through all of the miss/dealings.
They nailed him to the rugged cross with three rusty ole' spikes spit and
gambled for his only belongings ,pierced his side with a sword and waited for
death to surely soon to arrive.for he then uttered out "Father forgive them for
they know not what they do!
As he then forgave them he bowed his head and as he passed on the
crown of thorns fell in that very spot and yet until today the most beautifulest
rose in memerance of his pain.
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Tammy Crum Poem
What is a home; but of brick and mortor, beams and four walls that precisely meet of precision on all four corners squared and meet together in perfect harmony.
What is a home; what with its table with its percisioned four corners square and its adornments of anchored legs and seats to decorate and complete amongst the table in front of them.
What is a home; AAH! With all unity of walls, chairs and table yet not so much as a disagreement amongst their shapely shadowy veils. plates thats shared at my table, casting a happy, peaceful warm glowy forms upon the walls.
What is a home; of just percise form without four dear friends to happily share and pass the cups and plates thats being shared at my bliss in the shadows that dance upon table casting a warm peacful and harmonious bow the walls.
AAH! Yes my friend this is a home that my father in heaven has made for me be welcome to share with you and any whom would like and to this I say Come and be Welcome.
Copyright © Tammy Crum | Year Posted 2013
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