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Fallen into an iniquity
like me?
Jesus
loveth us
still.
Inspired by Victoria's poem: A little of what you fancy's good for the soul
To thrive better in this vying life
We push and shove and nudge
One another, that we can an edge
Have on others as we do strive.

With a knife sharp and scheming
Close colleagues' throats are cut
To assume that lofty coveted spot
By covert mischief and designing.

Yet promotion from God alone can
To us come; it is never by our might.
We all cannot the head overnight
Be; turn by turn it is, O sly man.
To every
glory
story,
shame
there's
behind
the curtain's
fame.
Heb.12:2
Empty to this earth
came we,
so shall we
depart.
God hath enemies,
Devil cronies;
Evil's beloved,
Good's disapproved
Of.
Like machinery with use,
Life by time depreciates
Towards eternity.
His remains were borne away to the cementry
And were interred in a "G" marked grave finally,
Having led he a life of wine, women and
Song. He was therefore committed to the land
Of no returning more, who on this shore was
The philanderers' prince, using his john thomas
To make lucre off ladies libido--a ******.
For he knew how to set their body whole aglow
And ensured their ******, playing the field as
A merchant of amour in the Sin City of Las
Vegas and had a great liking for cards--
When easying up his muscles--and  for billiards.
He's a 6'4 and broad-chested feller; chunky
Enough for that **** business. A bloke beefy!
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