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Monty Wheeler
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the lil' ol' man living out his days in the Ozark Mt. foothills
the lil' ol' man living out his days in the Ozark Mt. foothills

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THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
The preacher spoke of the midnight hour, The zenith of old Satan’s power, When things unseen are always mean And nothing good can thrive. Satan will cloak the eye and soul To lead the blind with mal control Then cackle at the hideous cries Until the dawn br...

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GRAMMAR TO WIN A WAR
Let’s solve the problem of race wars With a grammar rule. Now come with me for a moment; We’re going back to school. A noun can only be a thing, A person, or a place; An adjective that walks with it Will give the noun its face. The adjective rules o’er it m...

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GRAMMAR TO WIN A WAR
Let’s solve the problem of race wars With a grammar rule. Now come with me for a moment; We’re going back to school. A noun can only be a thing, A person, or a place; An adjective that walks with it Will give the noun its face. The adjective rules o’er it m...

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THE TIMES TO COME
The dying and the dead Lay littered o’er the Tribulation’s red Of poisoned rivers flowing blood of persecution. Three sixes feed the hungered poor; “Want” spreads far and wide. O’er the public intercom, They mock the cries of the child who died For its moth...

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my hope is that, by miracle, this finds its way to the Texas pastor who really owns it. I just borrowed from him.

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GRAMMAR TO WIN A WAR
Let’s solve the problem of race wars With a grammar rule. Now come with me for a moment; We’re going back to school. A noun can only be a thing, A person, or a place; An adjective that walks with it Will give the noun its face. The adjective rules o’er it m...

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some blend between form and free. it's a voice taking over me of late

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THE GREAT OUT-POURING
Like waters, nations rise to fall. As nations answer Satan’s call, Naught might live in a dried up flow Of a nation lost Where politicians, like the buzzard, Feed on the decay of a nation’s heart, Telling man that they have a plan To save Then set themselve...

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getting back to the writing

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TEMPTATION'S EYE
Greater men than I  Have found dark favor In temptation’s eye, And Satan laughs at the fall and folly, When time and again Man falls to sin. Hear that cackle? Insidious glee. I’ve heard that laugh in restless slumber, Where darkness closes in And seven spir...
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