Triflin people everywhere Taking up space and our clean air Words coming outta der mouths like waste Listening to them is a disgrace Pathetic souls Shaped from the devil's mold of useless gold Trying to get a piece of me Im God's child and my soul can't be sold The devil is close by trying 2 wrap me in his lies offering his glory and fame But I rebuke him Taking the wicked words back from hence they came
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)