Found Poetry 511

1/8/21

I doubt my senses
even sober they slip
wandering out of place
wonders never cease
my soul still warmeth
as weight always presses

This poem was created from the King James Version of the Bible (KJV/KJB). Click here to get a King James Bible.

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