Poems of Lighthouse Bob
White #522
White sheep set free skipping o'er heavenly mounds of predestined steeps trodden by a shepherd his rod and staff directs them in unison across the sky as sun makes them a canvas of pure reflection, white shimmering with light of silky sweet surrender found in flight. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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White #522
White #522