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Jul 2015
sipping cold water
the desk lamp
pooling light
in the ocean of
dark morning
wondering at the waves
of electronic soul
washing over my heart
cleansing my blood
of bitterness
faces i may never see
looking at me
with love
through the eyes
of their words
You are light itself;
you are blessed, you are blessing.
Peace always with you.
Joel Frye
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Joel Frye  Jurassic Park
(Jurassic Park)   
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