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Never leaving time or space; Always evolving but never a race. We see them for their fabled powers, But inside us their strength flowers.
Clear down in the empty canal the oriental fat man runs His oars are mounted and done but not his feet. By Steven Miller 12/24/17 Georgetown Christmas Eve 2017
The sobbing mother cringes as her baby cries. She wishes they had warned her just how loud a deaf child’s screams could be.
There once was a princess named Cindy. She knew she was a betty. With her big blue eyes, And royal disguise, No wonder her sister were petty.