Crock Of Ages Poem by Dorothy B. Thompson

Crock Of Ages



Crock of ages, not for me
I'm too smart to swallow thee
You're just bunk, you can't atone.
Christian nuts, leave me alone.
Crock of Ages, what a lie.
We live once, and then we die!

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Dorothy B. Thompson

Dorothy B. Thompson

Bandon by the Sea, OR, USA
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