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May 25
I try to remember not to say
It is mine.  We live in between
Never do we possess the gift
But give Thee Thanks knowing
Still and always it is Thine  from
Whom cometh all that we receive
And what is life but  the whispered
Promise of an eternity to come
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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