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Jul 2018
And while I may snap
my fingers to
your songs and stories
of storms and *****

its your gospel music
i'll always cling to

the kind you sang
with such grace

the kind
with the substance
of smoke-fired meat

and the kind
that will  always feed
and increase
the size and muscle
of the soul

@ 2018  Whit Howland
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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