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Herman is a nudist

He used to be a Buddhist

No one can compare to his tassels and hair

It’s said the best colonies are North of our border

less regulations and less order.

 

Now Herman has a home where he can freely roam

and see creatures in wild all around his home

From which Nancy and he would like to roam

Free as the air on skin that is bone

The touch of the wind soothes and refreshes his body bare.

 

It is said that in Canada the places are best

But when ever I think of him I say to myself

Herman is a nudist.

Wow! Never would I have imagined that so much pleasure could be had

by thinking of Herman’s naked body!

 

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Let go

Let go and let God

Let go

Let go and let God

Let go and let God feel

Let go and let God feel your need and heal.

 

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Give me peace, give me love

Give me peace, give me love, give me hope

Give me peace, give me love, give me hope, give me joy

Give me peace, give me love, give me hope, give me joy

Give me hope eternal

Give me hope eternal

For it is hope that springs faith eternal

Eternal is forever.

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My heart cries out

My heart cries out for you

My heart cries out for you

In your garden of flowers

I picture you among the daisies and tiger lilies

 

My heart cries out for you in your garden of flowers. I picture you among the daisies and tiger lilies with a white butterfly letting me know you are near.

 

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I think I’d still resist even if it were Jesus himself washing my feet.

Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet!

Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet because I have sinned.

Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet because I have sinned but it’s OK.

Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet because I have sinned but it’s OK.

Jesus, say but the word and my sins will be forgiven.

 

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How beautiful it is

How beautiful it is, the glorious sunset

How beautiful it is!

How beautiful it is, the glorious sunset.

How beautiful it is, the glorious sunset

The red crimson ball

Falling beyond the horizon

Like the three ball

In the corner pocket of the game.

 

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I love reading

I love reading when the house is quiet

When the house is quiet

not even a child’s cry heard

I love reading when the house is quiet

not even a child’s cry is heard

just the creaking of a rocker

and my breath going in and out.

 

I love reading when the house is quiet

Not even a child’s cry is heard,

just the creaking of a rocker

and y breath going in and out

like my grandmother’s bellows.