September 2014

Houses of Glass

Once there was a lonesome man Who lived all on his own Protected in his house of glass Behind a wall of stone He found a certain comfort Inside the wall he knew A comfort that would not remain If one should make it through Until one day he found

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Yellow and Blue

Up north is a land Of yellow and blue Where Christ is the focus And friendships are true Atop of a hill From city removed What’s not to love, Except for the food? Perched at the bottom Where good seed is sewn There towers Farrar Where real men are grown

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