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Mar 2015
I seek to sing in praise of You
But my tongue will wither,dry.

I long to write odes and verses,
lauding You,
but
the world of its ink,I would deprive.

Extolling You is like giving the ocean a droplet.
Would the Sun be made splendid by my lit candle?

But my soul is soothed by an answer from You,
"Your failure to praise is praise enough."
Written by
FigTree
512
   Christopher KD and CapsLock
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