
Poetry
I See Your Lips Move, Lord
I don’t know, Lord, but sometimes I feel like all my accomplishments could fit inside a Pez dispenser, with room left over for candy. Let
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I don’t know, Lord, but sometimes I feel like all my accomplishments could fit inside a Pez dispenser, with room left over for candy. Let
NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2013: POETRY by Tom C. Hunley God gave us stuff God stuffed us Give thanks to God Stuff turkeys to stuff us Thanks God
JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2013: POETRY by Tom C. Hunley When I die, Lord, I want to come back as a cloud an airplane passes through just before
JUNE/JULY 2012: POETRY by Tom C. Hunley “I got us a divorce this afternoon…. I didn’t want a hokey second wedding like those ones on
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