I am orphaned, how I need my Father near. This body aches from the sky draped on it like a million men. The waterfall from my knees grovels endless. The dollar stretches permissions, unsecures inhibitions but has no model answer to anquished questions. Still under armor and a sustainable savings program, my heart is… Continue reading Lessons
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