It wasn't that long ago, I don't know why I didn't start it right away.
Our homes were lit by oil lamps
I've been working on it in my head for years but on paper it just doesn't look the same
I go to the icebox to get something to eat why is it up to me to fix everything
The world's its own place not so discreet
But people continue to look the other way
Including myself
Let someone else be on the front page
The Lord works in mysterious ways I'm here
"Sorry I'm late"
Bob Jenkens
"if it bleeds it leads" only 99 cents if I have any sense at all
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