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ðƒð¨ ð²ð¨ð® ðŸðžðžð¥ ð¢ð? His spirit, the power of justice and courage will fill you if you seek…

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Poetry – Pocket Size!
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FEAR vs OBEDIENCE – Saturday Night Thoughts
Have you ever been presented with an opportunity or given an invitation that you absolutely know with every…

Fallen Leaves
Like the fallen leaves My heart lies wounded Laid bare, alone and dying Writing down the moments Long…