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Grass browned and cut with a chawing cud Fat and round with a sun burnt down Unlike me Not a one of them knows a breath of Frost Or has ever weighed over an ounce of Cummings evenly No We are different makers, different means With different paths to guided completely differently And thank God for that And this preferential me
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
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Grass browned and cut with a chawing cud Fat and round with a sun burnt down Unlike me Not a one of them knows a breath of Frost Or has ever weighed over an ounce of Cummings evenly No We are different makers, different means With different paths to guided completely differently And thank God for that And this preferential me
Thank God for that Fervent Series (3/10) - 06/23/19
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
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