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I used to Imagine that the stones. At the bottom of the river. Were made because. God took a little piece of the moon. Or the sun. Sanded it down. To its smooth smooth shape. Chiseled its divots.
My little brothers LOVE playing outside. And like most boys, they love playing in the dirt. Once, they came inside covered in mud, from head to toe. It took 2 baths to get them completely clean.
The Bible says that God's children are like sheep. Should we be offended. Sheep are kinda stupid.
When the light of light Goes out How to save the soulless. Do they shout. Can they feel their way inside Damnations dark.
I want wings. Like an angel. The freedom it brings. So I can fly. Up so high. So I can forget. That one day I will die. If I can reach a cloud. I won't hear a sound.
Standing in the graveyard tomb, looking down at my hearts lomb. I'll share my darkness with thee. I'll leave my musky dread to thee. Lay in my heart and linger past death.
A farmer on the Atlantic seacoast constantly advertised for hired hands.
The donkey awakened, his mind still savoring the afterglow of the most exciting day of his life. Never before had he felt such a rush of pleasure and pride.