Poems of Lighthouse Bob
It Came to Me #340
It Came to Me I would spend my days in mulligrubs and hubs of gloominess in which I'd snub everyone and every lug who would be smug about their love of God, but, then, one day it came to me and, now, well, now, it's me you'll see telling others that I'm free and hugging those who, once like me, were bound in mounds of atrophy. |
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It Came to Me #340
It Came to Me #340
