A couple of drifters, grifters, but not for money.
A man and his wife dig for food from dumpsters,
On a Holy night, star so bright; Christmas rain!
A man and his wife dig for food from dumpsters,
On a Holy night, star so bright; Christmas rain!
Stability with friends, who they blessed,
Were nowhere when tragedy struck,
On purpose and intentional was their distance.
Were nowhere when tragedy struck,
On purpose and intentional was their distance.
John and Susan first asked, then begged for help!
Well wishing was returned and then lessening of response,
Until, like companionless dogs, hungry, sick, needing intervention,
Well wishing was returned and then lessening of response,
Until, like companionless dogs, hungry, sick, needing intervention,
Their friends waited for fate to remove these sores from site.
That was their new neighbors prayers. Pray to Whom?
God was making note; coals were added, stoking the flames!
That was their new neighbors prayers. Pray to Whom?
God was making note; coals were added, stoking the flames!
The End
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