JOE POEWHIT - OLD AGE

A spider marking time.
Casting a net of rhymes.
Building upon our lives.
Music of a solemn fife.
Woman's anguish of youth.
Crying memory, brings disputes.
Old man watching along.
Decayed words of songs.
Spider cocoons it's catch.
Lid down, the coffin latch.

5/15/09 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

JOE POEWHIT

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