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 Category:  Letters and Diary Poetry
  Posted: September 16, 2021      Views: 30

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Rob Cullen has been writing for around thirty five years. To date he's completed eight novels, with two published.

The Ultimate Betrayal was published in 2014 by G and J Publishing and is still available through Kindle, Smashwords and - more...

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Don't Mess With Momma
"Momma (Part One)" by bob cullen
My Momma don't go to Church on Sunday
But ev'ry night she kneels and prays to the Lord
She don't talk to the Preacher 'cause she don't trust him
And she don't like Church people, thinks they're a fraud
No one has ever stopped and offered friendship
Or asked; "Is there anyway we can assist?'
Now gossip is what's loudest in the village
They're so quick to judge and her thoughts are dismissed

Momma paid no attention to the rumours
That were floating 'round town near every night
Instinctively she rates people on their actions
Knows who she can count on when she's in a fight
She uses friends to promote all her projects
Never lets conscience dictate where she should be
She has never walked away from a problem
Even when the cause of the problem was me

Momma lived her life believing God was good
And she didn't lie unless there was a need
She didn't chase another woman's husband
And the Bible was the only book she'd read
Now Momma's gone to God and she's in Heaven
Arguing ev'ry day with Him I've no doubt
The Angels 'round the bar drinking too slowly
And Momma calling; 'Come on guys, it's your shout.'
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