Spiritual Glimpses
for some spirits
free scintillatings on the grassroots' creation
for some barbecue tables as claimed,
all you can eaton one table of insatiable appetites,
for some holding the sky ransoms for the rain checks,
the better delights of tomorrow's irises,
for some returns as gardeners,
sprinkling sweet perfumes on flowers as the messengers of CHRIST,
for the rest ofunbelievers are roulette wheels of bettings
the game of chance,
far often nothing as good,
as it gets, the devils packed in your bags,
the skill of the knives and survivals,
The betters getting the trophies,
The defeated's licking of their wounds,
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