The shit's getting deep at the dung hill
You fear this at the mouth of the spring
His flocks crossed the valley of Hinnom
Never mind Go get lost Go get shoveling
Swift shady cool water slowing
The therapist the Psalmists unwound
Pruned lyric stems Rock and rolling
No shit Now the new mind is sound
Pouring entwined curling red in his wine
No shit through the grapevine is found
The good Lord is saving us The good Cana wine
No shit Now the new mind is sound
No shit Now the new mind is sound
©2012 Gary Ottoson
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