I’ll catch my dinner … from a nice cold stream
Early in the mornin’ … after I dream
Take out a pencil – write down a song
Hear the birds sing it – all day long
Kick out the devil … God, you know he’s wrong
September 4: My Daily Meds
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2 responses to “September 4: My Daily Meds”
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As it is written- “sing unto us a new song”- The old man is dead- Thank you God.
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each day is a new chance to get it all right, today was and is a great day,a day to rejoice
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