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" Cooking Pasta"

Come on in,we got watered down lasagna 
-And some prophylactics upstairs in the medicine cabinet 
Lifestyles of the ghetto fabulous 
The Flower City 
I put my trash out on Fridays so that the bullshit can miss me 
Everything is not a conspiracy 
Because if Jesus knew that the world was still in trouble...
He'd climb back up on that pole and do it all over 
Under estimation is a sign of defeat from the start 
So I pray we all be ready for his return 
This is a new era and not only in Detroit multitudes are broadening their mindset 
Preparing our hearts for the boiling point to this holy revolt
You can imagine what nobody knows 
Sending up my tember
But I don't want no prymamids in my temple 
Although I am hungry 
I will not turn stones into bread.
HaikuJabez ©️2017

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sparrowsong

Hello Haiku Jabez...

If we could see everything behind us...

Would you say this is your first time?

I've been briefly looking at Timelines also...

For you...

I'm sure your way is best...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Haiku Jabez

Thank You Sparrowsong
For the encouragement and support 
 

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