This Poem was Submitted By: Jim Wilson On Date: 2002-06-19 18:39:06 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Sacred Iconoclast

God preserve this foolish relic full of high unholy thoughts. Seldom will the True Flock catch me thinking what they think i ought. my team membership has never been what you would call secure. i'm not properly enchanted by the brethren's group allure. Though our One to one is magic and You support me to the hilt. You may want to keep Your distance to miss associated guilt. Seeing life so skewed from "normal" i daily pester You with stuff. Asking questions universal our morning meditation's tough. i seek to follow You and know it. Thanks for the whole-wheat breadcrumb trail. Please, don't space'em too very far. i'm at the age when eyes do fail. It's a pleasure doing business. You are dependable and fun. If i ask a hundred questions i know You'll answer every one.

Copyright © June 2002 Jim Wilson


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