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Jun 2016
So blest are they whose bosoms receive
The Lord's Word with Faith, not believe
Just because their ancestors did before,
Simply due to what we saith & no more.
Great victories of persuasions wrought,
And gained merrily by diacritical thought,
The comfort fallacious thaut; but so keen,
Of having with our natural eyes seen.
What if none had seen, felt, or known?
An extent on second thought they own.
By no personal mandate personally prest'
To exert themselves in effort they detest.


No misleading reasoning or reasons tied.
No one way being the only way to decide.
He is The Light; The Way; The True God.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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