Some Kind of Deist
The body perfectly overlaps the soul.
They are like nectar in an adobe bowl.
So when she lays you down to sleep
Pray for her taste for you to keep,
Ignore all those you ought not have,
& kill the dog that counts such sheep.
The body perfectly overlaps the soul.
They are like nectar in an adobe bowl.
So when she lays you down to sleep
Pray for her taste for you to keep,
Ignore all those you ought not have,
& kill the dog that counts such sheep.