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Modern Psalmist

Tomorrow will come, if you will it O Lord I have me a bunch of twins to raise I have to smoothly cruise on this potholed road I have a fully fed man to amaze I have not one or... Continue Reading →


They might poke They might prod Be calmer Than the ripples

You swayed side to side as the wind individually slapped each of your leaves. Were my thoughts running a marathon or was this a real battle between the unseen and the seen? Did your roots cling to the earth as... Continue Reading →


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