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A New Book | ||
| Writing in a different book Gives my verse a different look. All the pages now I find Are just blank and quite unlined. Little squares in underlay May give guidance lest I stray. They are like the hand of God, Guiding everywhere I trod, Subtly counseling the way Lest I slip or go astray. I can look for signs of grace, Any time and any place. | ||
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