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Jun 2016
As I look into his eyes I know
He's not a warrior from the abyss
He's been at war with them, I can see into his soul
He's as strong as an ox
Even on weary, pain trembling legs
And quick as a fox
His sword was drawn even before he could stand
I'm very much impressed with this bag of bones
And I'm never impressed with man

"Sheath your sword, I mean you no harm
But if you try to wield that blood thirsty implement of doom on me
I will be forced to disarm"

"Quiet yourself, and I well try to heal
Just come before me and kneel"



"I call upon you mother earth
That to all of us you've given birth
From deaths door I did steal
I now call upon the elements to heal
The cooling winds to touch the fever
I call with the faith of a true believer
Send the rain to penetrate his skin
To heal him up from within
I invoke your power
To save him from this hour
Began in a woman's womb
Do not let this be his doom"
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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