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THE SEED OF TALENT .The mustard seed Fell on the thorny part It found it death .The winter marƙed its funeral The summer markeɗ it resurrection Now green has becomes it hue .The amorphous unrefined pebble Has wiggled leisurely To the workroom of the goldsmith He has made the iron passed it's aggression on it And it ***** ***** has turned golden .The one quarter of the talent Has found its way to the care of a productive servant Riches has he made from a little talent .Green has it becomes The mustard seed of talent Golden has it become The amorphous pebble Of divine gift Riches has he made From the little talent By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
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THE SEED OF TALENT .The mustard seed Fell on the thorny part It found it death .The winter marƙed its funeral The summer markeɗ it resurrection Now green has becomes it hue .The amorphous unrefined pebble Has wiggled leisurely To the workroom of the goldsmith He has made the iron passed it's aggression on it And it ***** ***** has turned golden .The one quarter of the talent Has found its way to the care of a productive servant Riches has he made from a little talent .Green has it becomes The mustard seed of talent Golden has it become The amorphous pebble Of divine gift Riches has he made From the little talent By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
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