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Jan 2015
If you see me sinking low, reach out a helping hand. Most times I can
Stand strong and independent on my own, but every now and then
We all can use a hand to stand. When I get up each morning, after the
Night is gone and done, I thank GOD for letting me see the rising of that
Same old sun, so try not to complain, stop thinking you're all that, you
Could be dead and cold in an unmarked grave, that could be a fact
Time to be thankful for every minute and second of every of each day
Be thankful that GOD loves you enough to grant another day
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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