A Hippy Hymn
There are things I'd rather
burn in hell for than
admit that I have done
'Cept anxiety
is pushing me
towards honesty
That foreign land foreboding
wander it could be loading
peace and love for all eternity.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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