His back against the old bank building
on 4th and Kuhl, shirt newly torn,
he looks at his dog and says,
“I got nothin’. But I can still sing.”
Picture: www.fatimadms1949.wordpress.com
His back against the old bank building
on 4th and Kuhl, shirt newly torn,
he looks at his dog and says,
“I got nothin’. But I can still sing.”
Picture: www.fatimadms1949.wordpress.com
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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Love the title on this one.. Intriguing.
or just random…
But the things we have in our drawers ARE random. Nice way to say that without saying it, if you know what I mean…
Thanks, Melody. Have an awesome Sunday.
If by that you mean ‘Have fun being housebound during your newest blizzard,” I accept! 🙂
Oh wow. Sorry. Sucks to be you…uh, I mean, God be with you.
HA! Nice catch! 🙂
’twas, really, wasn’t it?