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Dreamt of a house built in the 40's needing paint . Standing on the grounds across from a horse pen moving ladders thinking of my lost love Hoping she will be pleased with my efforts. I think about my eyesight and how much longer I can see And I'm thankful for my hearing and whether or not when God speaks to me it will be strong enough and clear enough to make a difference. I'm lucky to have this life and the one I think about.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
This Life I'm Lucky
Dreamt of a house built in the 40's needing paint . Standing on the grounds across from a horse pen moving ladders thinking of my lost love Hoping she will be pleased with my efforts. I think about my eyesight and how much longer I can see And I'm thankful for my hearing and whether or not when God speaks to me it will be strong enough and clear enough to make a difference. I'm lucky to have this life and the one I think about.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
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