Ain't good for nothing:
Write for that girl.
What?
The LORD too busy running the program to show you a sunset,
Or blow His breath through the breeze in your hair?
It's okay, Precious.
Ain't got no more excuses than that the LORD has,
Trying to be beautiful for you, is all.
Read it for yourself.
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