A man like mine.

A man like mine fine like fresh wine from the vine Le boo in suit decked up to toe he’s just a bloke I can call my own. A man after God Ordained and called To bless his world to which I belong My crowning glory a part of my story doing together better fifteen…

FACES EVERYWHERE!

Everywhere I see Faces,I see faces everywhere. All around me  His glory shines,His glory shines all around me O what more can I say? Yes Something about “Found Poetry Better yet Poetry found ……ME Thanks@benhuberman You sure gave me a “huller” task. ©OBA Writing 201:Poetry.Day6.