LONELY DAYS
Caught in crimson fire.
Lost with a crying sorrow.
Fallen in crest way winds.
Silent glory, with shaded sorrow.
DEAD DOGS
Fallen by lonely ways.
Putrid vomit in a gutter.
Fallen ways of cross winds.
Foul soils in faded glory.
SILENT WINDS
Rushing through the tapered story.
Lost in silent telling glory.
Fallen whispers upon the sand.
Gold rush to push the land.
copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
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