I'll try to hit a note we might understand...
By the light of the moon there's a Jokerman.
I always liked music from when I was young,
A nursery rhyme, the kind that we sung...
As a youth it was more for the beat..
Clapping my hands and stamping my feet..
Some of those songs I reject now I'm old,
But others I find speak to my soul...
The combination of melody and rhyme
Convey powerful messages there in the lines...
He puts them there
Hidden on display
His sheep hear his voice
Leading the way.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2024 02:25
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Baaa! But not Baah humbug!
You of all people...
You a sheep too? Baa!
Barbar black sheep!
Isn't bar-bar something Paul says that is what we will sound like to those who don't know about tongues, if we speak in tongues? It's from 'barbarian'.
I never really got the :gift", but have heard plenty of subbadubba over the time.
I am glad
The Shepherd is
Slightly mad
He is the Most High.
A cover by Bob Dylan Jokerman comes through. Love music too, it brightens the day and can set any mood. Loved the poem that also brightens the day. Nicely done
You got it! Again.
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