FugitiveA Poem by Joy JamesOn the run
From pillar to post I'm buried
Prepared to dine in the dark I'll pray to sky for a covering Cause even in my house I'm a fugitive I've ran the race for the swift Behind my heels lies burning flames Pulpit and pews just like grave Now you know I'm a fugitive © 2016 Joy James |
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Added on June 30, 2016 Last Updated on June 30, 2016 |

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