An Original Work / March 10, 2019 Days of Wine and Roses, Watching all the poses. Underneath our noses, Nothing left supposes. Nothing left for guessing. They are now undressing. Rid of all the besting, Now their sins are nesting. Talk of tribulation Coming to our nation. No more on vacation; Only devastation. Breaking through … Continue reading Wine and Roses
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The Old Church
Yesterday, I received notice that the building where my husband and I had first met, and where our relationship first began 47 years ago, had gone up in flames overnight. It had begun as a church building in 1885, but that church fellowship apparently sold it to the University of Akron in 1952 (1). That … Continue reading The Old Church