Going Primal
on ya here.
Empty pockets
never full.
Poverty of the soul.
Evil to good.
A door closed.
A door that opens.
- Author: James Michael (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 13th, 2023 17:37
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 7
Going Primal
on ya here.
Empty pockets
never full.
Poverty of the soul.
Evil to good.
A door closed.
A door that opens.
Comments1
Somehow the meek (including the poor probably) are going to inherit the earth, though some scoff and say 'How?' 'You're having me on', 'Surely the rich will inherit it?' etc.
That is correct my fellow Bard. It will come down to desperate times call for desperate measures, I believe.
All contributions greatly received. I will pass my hat round for the collection. Notice it's MY hat. lol. A church got greedy. They passed round TWO hats in one Service. Doh! That's going too far.
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