The weather is mild, not too low are the degrees,
Strolling casually along, kicking up tree leaves.
Concentrating on being original, not reciting,
These rhymes are for everybody, I'm inviting.
Up the hill I go to a path mostly unseen,
Priorities on other things, not chasing green.
Surrendering my soul all the way up to God,
The Holy Spirit warns us about those who are odd.
Will strangers ever quit with their staring,
Change ways before it's too late, be more caring.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2024 04:26
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Love it
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Good write SM.
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