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Nov 2016
In my palm, I offer four.
Glimpsing, you ask, "Isn't there more?"
Had you accepted, you'd be sure:
Fruitful abundance was in store.
Not understanding soulful lore;
Rescinded four; a ceased sojourn.
Seeds will never grow if you stand still and ask for more.
Written by
Kate
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     J, Lior Gavra, Samuel Hesed and Corvus
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