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Wednesday, December 9, 2009
BE STILL
Be still , my little heart
do not trill, nor flutter
lest, as in angst you fret
over what you are yet to get
you cause ministering angels to falter
and my precious gift to scatter
Be still.
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Anonymous said...
goodjob!
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December 29, 2009 at 12:28 PM
Abraham Gumba
said...
wow! :-)
March 25, 2011 at 3:07 AM
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