I want to be the bluebird singing
Singing to the roses in her yard
The roses in her yard her father grew for her
It's been raining that Tennessee honey
So long I got too heavy to fly
Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
a story
He asked me, "Do you wrestle with the devil?" "No, not any more." "Then whom do you wrestle with?" "I wrestle with God." "Do you hope to win?" "No, I hope to lose."
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