Carry Palms

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Just call me Mrs. Carrey-Palmer
Since I carry palms to Jesus
Seems like an appropriate fit
As my candle remains lit
Went from a Mother to a Diva
So, I thought I’d have to leave ya
But being the Goddess that I am
Still, I have to give a damn
And I live in a magical, tropical world
One in which my wings are unfurled
Ready to fly to save the day
With sandwich art to earn my pay
Yet, my mischievous thoughts continue
To annoy with innuendo
Even as my gadfly bites
It uplifts to towering heights
And Jesus gets mad about my surname
Even so, I’m loved just the same
Thank you, Robert & Jim
For freeing me up to live on a whim

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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