She was angry when she left me

Clouds of sorrow furrowed her brow

I'm dizzy thinking where she's gone

Its not the same without her now

I'm a Texas boy I've had my fun

Belle had a heart that was pure

That kindled mercy for my lapses

She'll soon come back I'm sure

But was she holy as she seemed?

I should have treated her better

Maybe she'll ring some evening

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A Prayer for the Living

Pray that your living be thus:

A journey fulfilled, not forgotten,

a place for the touching of souls, not Mammon,

to freely forgive, and bear no malice,

a mind at peace, never roiling in anger -

and room to grow, not retreat or wander,

with no pangs of envy for the birds as they fly,

but to drink in the indigo boom of the waves

as they c...

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