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Sep 2018
I could never solely blame my God, he has been here for a while.
He's lost some hairs, chipped some teeth, it's understandable.
The cataracts are setting in, his hair grayed alongside the Bible,
He's a busy man, he's made mistakes,
and I am no stranger to his work.
Camilla Green
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Camilla Green  everywhere and nowhere
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   JL Smith
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