Friday, July 13, 2018


When I put my wristwatch on each morning is when I start a-tickin'.
Thank you, God, for a good night's sleep
That washes out the anger of the day
Soothes frustration, heals the hurt
And sweeps the pain of yesterday away
So much is on my back
The world is out of whack
Why is it always up to me
To get it back on track?
So much depends on me and always has.
Forced religion is false religion.

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