i come to you each month to leave a prayer to be said. i have no faith yet live in hope.
look at mosaics, oh absalom, my son, my son.
wonder where the justice is. i come to think on things. each time i am challenged as to my reasons, & do i have a ticket?
it is enough to put some off from visiting at all. only the brave. thank you.
pray for them, all is in disorder.
archaic or dialect question, in appropriate. a lowly start
with slight misgivings, i come arrived from the country, an immigrant
if the task came to me unlikely, i should sew profusely. a safe bet in that
something grows decently.
do you know how to stitch a lie, when all about grow honesty? mine was
white last year,
now nothing germinates.
the question is irreverent, no disrespect meant. forgive me, this is the second
time. this time,
i shall stay.
despite my nationality.
moving on from the last verse of girly looking
after girly, we stopped at the jeweller’s window.
the assistant, neat looked bore & very clean. the
rings were three thousands and more.
enough to take her home and more.
“yes sir you may buy the ring, for a
thousand pounds, or choose to save