footprints in response in poetry

  • April 13, 2014, 1:18 a.m.
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in my dreams I walked a beach with Christ
and watch out paths there in the night
there were places where there were two sets
of footprints and other times but one
I asked Jesus Christ how that got done

Jesus said "oh yeah, that's right"
"that was when I got up on your shoulders to chicken fight"
"that was when our footprints were one"
"I remember that, that was hella fun"
"and that's why your back's all fucked up"


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