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Most Greatest: A Poem
She’s my most precious prize and my greatest irritation.
Oxymoronic, no, just what nature wrought.
You know, the aftermath of disobedience.
Credence given, this off balanced system.
Righteousness pleads for a soul in need.
Heavy the weight, only if chosen to carry.
Redemption’s nigh, How to surrender?
History holds, a compressive force, this nature.
Yet, love.
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Miracle Baby Josiah Turns 8! Happy Birthday Josie! We love you!
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We learn something new every day by exploration, your step can lead you down a path of desperation or desire. What do you desire to see in your reality?
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