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Nov 2011
I am hardly fed
of the daily bread
of the barley bread
before I see me dead,
in my head
And my Friend in the Garden
said,
Eat,live and anticipate.
Fear not,I shall wait......
Written by
FigTree
538
   Overwhelmed
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