Friday, April 20, 2007
DON'T LET THEM TAG HER TOE
I am not a poet. This is spot of compassion. It is time for me to begin another group of girls who come from anywhere on their way to somewhere. It is sad in the beginning but it is glorious in the end of their fourteen week stay. DON'T LET THEM TAG HER TOE Wrest one from the claws of the street get her before dark, for then she climbs into a shadowy hiding places waiting for a hit to get a fix… Where’s God? Everywhere. He is waiting for her heart She is afraid of Him. He sent me, and others...
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