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The Cutie

There came forth a cutie With enthused voluptuosity. She had no where to go Couldn’t show her the door, Turn her out to be a whore, So we took her in – a place to stay, Taught her the way ‘tween night and day And what to say And do when there seems no way, How in God to trust To control that lust And all that makes us run After all that fun. Yeah, we never get there Where we really want to be At home with him ever free From our foolish hunt for pleasure Resting in His everlasting treasure We’re in the fight It comes, day and night.

16 Sept., 2020

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