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Oct 2011
He came as the Sun's promise
and followed the light of day
as he passed through these fertile lands.
And he wandered through the crowds
Naught a face nor a name,
Nor identity to claim.
So he came from east to west...
And I? I have not seen this face,
I have not passed that horizon.
Written by
Marie Helle Frasier
632
     Timothy and Marian
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