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StalwartWorm
 The man of GOD a JESUS man was walking with the instant plan the world that did not bow to thee will now be mine at least in mind and attitude eye rule the lane eye seek. Every footstep brings me closer to forever oh my sovereign GOD, we love you. The narrow path has led me to a tree with crossed branches it is just a place within another place abandoned. A home until the end of life has come for eye am tired of roman highways in the desert leaving places no one wants for me to stay. Better the devil you knoe than a new one is how they say that one ewe. Stalwartly eye forward all my messages in bulk to trash outlining all the birdcages in this city with garbage, the Mary birds just love to read CharlaX. Eye slide forward in my seat and stare at Dell and she stares back eye travel some at lightspeed and eye sigh at all the beauty there. A Stalwart fellow eye pretend to cowboy some by standing up in the saddle they way eye seen it done my back needs some help to mend and so eye slide my butt agin the chair back rising up to let the wind unwind and smile at everyone here ici though they cannot see me indivisible again or smell me. The food is better some the fish is old just one. The meat is packaged and complete the reason for the unwinding wind today. The artists list was there complete with add reply eye made myself to smile by not adding eye. The thing was just a listing of artworks paintings there a hanging bunch of items listed who would reply to this the list eye sigh only someone looking for Godot and that's the rub for it twas Leonardo that twas meant or Sam De Vinci code. Stalwart of a fellow poet marking time with added limited comment mee.  Voices of people never match the faces there is fat that squeaks and there is skinny that booms and there is noisy that looms but what does that have to do with ewe. Let's take noisy that looms and add our explainnation. Women have a different way of walking without talking that is far less direct then men. They do not swagger or meander more like plunder as they get there indirectly unhurriedly they steal the area between where they are and where they are going. Two peas in one pod fairly in love they use the same mouse to search while a father is here to visit the daughter so off on career. A man intent on being intent he sits and talks to his dear on a phone not used to minutes at all but seconds pass as they speak this is the noisy that looms. Hearts full of gloom in this room of the stalwart worm.


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