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Jan 2016
In this creation of god I feel so small
The stone mass so mighty and standing so tall

We never look down to see what's at our feet
What's on top, is the picture our eyes meet

We run through the day and sometimes hop
But don't realise it wouldn't hurt to stop

Some things are best left the way they were naturally knit
For when it comes to beauty , we are too busy trying to create it.
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Low-Key
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   Denise
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