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They call me dogsbottle don’t ask me why it’s a story out of time branded by eternity Charity was my subterfuge desperation my defense I came here seeking refuge terrified and angry ready to sow the seeds of my own defeat But a breeze on my cheek deterred me the chime of the church bells stayed my hand some tempest of grace soaked the parched ground of my parents’ need I was relieved through generations of grief and ill temper given grace as thunder rolled and lightning struck a sweet song in the wind soothed my mind And me. Not knowing the day. A dotard of the hours. Well and yet alive breathing still, dear ones. Grateful. And with fiber enough for another blessed day.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
Dog’s Bottle
They call me dogsbottle don’t ask me why it’s a story out of time branded by eternity Charity was my subterfuge desperation my defense I came here seeking refuge terrified and angry ready to sow the seeds of my own defeat But a breeze on my cheek deterred me the chime of the church bells stayed my hand some tempest of grace soaked the parched ground of my parents’ need I was relieved through generations of grief and ill temper given grace as thunder rolled and lightning struck a sweet song in the wind soothed my mind And me. Not knowing the day. A dotard of the hours. Well and yet alive breathing still, dear ones. Grateful. And with fiber enough for another blessed day.
jeff-stier
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jeff-stier
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
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