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The Great Creator Sat, Smiling Solemnly, As He Molded A Soul From River Clay, He Took In A Deep Breath As He Plucked A Ray, From The Sun Nearest To Our World, He Gently Placed It Inside The Earthenware, Giving It Life--Giving It A Smile The Great Creator Sat, Pondering It's Housing, The Soul Sparkled As It Awaited It's Home, Awaited It's Time To Prosper, The Great One Took Two Feathers From The Bird, Who Calls, "Jay", And Placed Those Pale Blue Feathers Upon The Irises The Soul Would Wear, He Peered Into The Sea, And Found The Richest, Darkened Blue Hues Which He Placed Onto The Eyes The Great Creator Looked In The Most Beautiful Garden, And Plucked Two Rose Petals, The Palest Pinks, Then Placed Them As Thin Lips Upon The Face, He Selected The Golden-Brown Hues Of Wheat, For The Skin Of Which The Soul Would Wear, And He Found The Blackest Of The Night Skies, And Molded It Into Hair The Great Creator Sculpted The Housing From Granite, Wrapping It Around The Soul, He Then Put On The Finishing Touches And Sent The Soul To Earth, Yet The Soul Did Not Feel At Home, Therefor, That Is Why The Great Creator Gave Him, A Baby Girl
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
When He Was Made--Story Poem (Happy Birthday)
The Great Creator Sat, Smiling Solemnly, As He Molded A Soul From River Clay, He Took In A Deep Breath As He Plucked A Ray, From The Sun Nearest To Our World, He Gently Placed It Inside The Earthenware, Giving It Life--Giving It A Smile The Great Creator Sat, Pondering It's Housing, The Soul Sparkled As It Awaited It's Home, Awaited It's Time To Prosper, The Great One Took Two Feathers From The Bird, Who Calls, "Jay", And Placed Those Pale Blue Feathers Upon The Irises The Soul Would Wear, He Peered Into The Sea, And Found The Richest, Darkened Blue Hues Which He Placed Onto The Eyes The Great Creator Looked In The Most Beautiful Garden, And Plucked Two Rose Petals, The Palest Pinks, Then Placed Them As Thin Lips Upon The Face, He Selected The Golden-Brown Hues Of Wheat, For The Skin Of Which The Soul Would Wear, And He Found The Blackest Of The Night Skies, And Molded It Into Hair The Great Creator Sculpted The Housing From Granite, Wrapping It Around The Soul, He Then Put On The Finishing Touches And Sent The Soul To Earth, Yet The Soul Did Not Feel At Home, Therefor, That Is Why The Great Creator Gave Him, A Baby Girl
Happy Belated Birthday Dad:) Sorry This Poem Isn't Very Organized:)
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
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