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Friday, September 30, 2016

Flee

No ifs ands or buts,
We shall live as how He writes.

Life rolls.
Life bounces.
In any or in all,
We own no ounces.

That shepherd 
Is of little words.
Much intention 
Lacking attention.
Whilst he longs for a chance to give,
The breathes flee he did not see.

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