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We may not
Be able
To heal
Each others wounds
But we can
Compare
Share
And
Admire
Each
Other's
Scars
That's why we write and share
I believe above all else
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
It's not too hard to figure out
This whole world needs Jesus

Foundation made of solid rock
The only love to build upon
From here and now to kingdom come
This whole world needs Jesus

Up and down, far and wide
In and out and on all sides
Every color, creed, and kind
This whole world needs Jesus

Middle aged, young, and old
Hardened hearts, hot or cold
Energetic or in a lull
This whole world needs Jesus

All of those within this sound
Those that have and those without
Something to think and do about
This whole world needs Jesus
What's cooking?
probably the books
is what I'm thinking.

It must be double entry
because they're all bent
or so he tells me.

There's a smell of peculiar
emanating from Westminster
it must be their subsidy
or maybe more double entry

the bean counters are busy
making sauce for the goose
the tax men are rabid and
they're being set loose


so
that's what's cooking and it
looks like a storm.
When I was a child,
We never had a fridge or a cooler,
Mother would pour tap water in a large clay *** with a tap,
The *** was covered with a plate and a steel glass was placed on it,
The water kept in the clay *** was cool and refreshing,
We all shared the same glass.
Mum would also cook on a sigri( clay coal stove) using clay pots,
Even chapattis were made on a clay pan,
Mind you the food cooked in clay utensils were far tastier,
Especially dishes made from coconut milk,
Like fish, chicken and rice.
Ahhh! Those were the days,
I can still feel the taste of mum's food cooked in clay pots.
30/4/2024
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

The Governor of South Dakota Takes a Shot at the Vice-Presidency

Who is South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem? Dog controversy, more to know (usatoday.com)

Blazing a trail of death and ****** fur
She shot her dog, her goat, three horses too
Somehow they failed her, and so, we must concur  
She executed them in a ****** coup

When her family's animals disappoint her
She shoots them; she feels that’s her duty to do
Silencing each substandard bark, bleat, and purr -
Now what if she becomes disappointed in
                                                        
       ­                                         you?
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
but I know where I'm posed to be
a solo diver floating free
flowing
with the open sea
embracing waves
embracing rain
embracing whirling winds of change
surrendering
to Heaven's gaze
soaking in the pearly rays
maybe
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