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| Words have filled another book. See how many months it took. Some were wise and others not, But I gave it all I've got. There's a force that moves the pen, I know not from where or when. All I do is let it flow, Going where'er it may go. Praise God for the mystery And the things He lets me see. If I use the gift of rhyme Maybe I can conquer time. | ||
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