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Apr 2017
The peace of the Puzzle, is fitting yet not as interested as we hoped.

Too the floor he went chocking not at all.

His talent, was poetry his "Love was Mastery" his form was un-taming.

Each person of the Crowd look at him with frowns as he says too words.

So, then what's the point, in which you all seek the talent of what you think neat.

The crowd looking a riddle we like.

All show you a new Reality close your eyes like me.

Now, hold out your two hands and recite this too me.

Me of all, me of then, me of source, me of realm.

Begone from now to other excellent condition of all.

With good behavior and good morals.

Even better life force.

Stream now, threw all past and present and previous then state.

Is a answer, to be ask of our is the question a step ahead.

Many will seek all of information.

When was the first Stone placed to area.

To create the castle of ancient times.

What is God, what is life what is movement what is any thang.

It is music it is key.

Frequently ask questions how is life musical mode.

It is all scales it is all rhythm
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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