We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it. (Psalm 39:6) In this clip, I'm sharing some words of hope for The Broke and The Jones.
Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast
Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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