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Jesus Loves
 Eye entered writing as a way to be someone little did eye knoe that it was not being someone that is important but finding love. She it is who loves me is most important now to think of losing life is hard enough to think of losing love is worse to think of losing the only representative of love upon the earth twould be disaster. She said it far better than the eye she has her problems and we both suffer day to day about the same as PMS is sinus.Here is the first poem ever written:  FREE BES
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IF you could send me something
without asking for my phone
IF you could use General Delivery
as my address not my home
then I even I would get free bes
and Jesus has the keys
 
Charles Hice

Copyright ę2006 Charles Hice
The internet was so bad today eye had glimpses of never working again but why fight the fact that being a writer is more important than even sex to mee the making of a fable more important than the money for the bus ride to get to the place eye write the lieberry. The lady has to knoe that eye forgive her in writing this she will begin again to see mye love. The trinket was small the frame not very wide monetary value did not guide my hand at all eye am now the proud owner of a four wing ragon fly all pink and silhouette the thing was such a prize found. Three things eye noticed the hummingbird at rest he lives to show me his profile he is blessed he paused for only one moment then he turned a bat turn and headed for the desert for eye had told him there were cactus flowers there. The dove trembled and tried to make me follow her a nest of egg near unto mye foot. The things eye found a pair of pants makes me feel just like forgiven. Food to eat more than enough to make the hardest heart to smile. But the greatest thing eye got today was when she said to mee im not deserting you. There was a Christmas Berry Ornament all plastic made just like the real ones with a simulated hanger on the top it looked just like a purple hang grenade. The total sum of worry fear and sorrow just do not make it to the cup. The price of love. Jesus Loves.


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