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Oct 2016
Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank

Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done
William Alexander
Written by
William Alexander
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     Sajini Israel and Lior Gavra
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