In the perfect movement
Of time and of place
And the perfect execution
Of patience and faith
I meditate in harmony
And have joy each day
As I see the harvest
Coming my way
And the fruits of finality
That therein lay
breaking and mending are the journey
In the perfect movement
Of time and of place
And the perfect execution
Of patience and faith
I meditate in harmony
And have joy each day
As I see the harvest
Coming my way
And the fruits of finality
That therein lay
What, no more bad poetry?
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Oh… I’ve got a bad poem a day scheduled past the next week!!! I just also decided to write a good one…
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Good to know.
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reap and sow and you know
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Oh yes
I know!
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wa hoo!
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Beautiful and so hopeful.
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Dum Spiro Spero
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