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Aug 2020
my, how tired i am today
how my legs feel sore
and my mind is contemplative
and sad

my, how well did i do today
i would say not so bad
i did the reading and the cooking
and had a little sweat
but as far as my expectations go
my own standard i have not met

my, how must we rest today
i'd say put down all things heavy
your phone, your book
your fear of how you look
to others and to yourself
yes, down
put it down
put
it
down

travel light in your dreams
free your hands
for the next heavy thing
but

at the end of the day
put it down
put it down at the feet of Jesus
Gill
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Gill  Philippines
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