The mind is—Black
Filled with the Indifference of Result.
I twiddle my thumbs as I look for—
The Slant.
I ponder each day—
Why am I here?
In the end I realize—
God has a Plan for All of Us
I intend to follow it
Day In Day Out.
Filled with the Indifference of Result.
I twiddle my thumbs as I look for—
The Slant.
I ponder each day—
Why am I here?
In the end I realize—
God has a Plan for All of Us
I intend to follow it
Day In Day Out.
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