Poetic-Verses
THE BIGGY BEATITUDES
first, a coma to say “hi” to God
There though I belong
I'm embarrassed by your care
You form Gold from the sand
A piece of flesh could rot away
But thou hast saved and belted saved
I know that I shall never, ne'er
Be lost again beside those gains
and times of dimes I've ever wont
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THE BIGGY BEATITUDES
THE BIGGY BEATITUDES