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Apr 2016
When I pray, I get down on my knees,
for no reason, other than to humble me,
I thank Her for the call,
I thank Her for the awe,
I'm praying to a friend, not a magic genie.
Randy Lee
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Randy Lee  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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