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May 2014
From time to time I wonder thoughts
that dream of what might be
I wander glade, stroll promenade
make sense of all I see

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Valleys, rivers, majestic woods
of these, playgrounds are made
Where my clan, played kick the can
and man was measured, weighed

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We look back to our childhood years
the comfort of old friends
For most must see, forever we
fear how this life must end

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That promise of a wondrous place
where we forever play
Bestows the thought, it may be bought
through faith if we don't stray

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What  waits there for us, up above
that we do not have here
Life's inner strength, comes not from length
but stems of love not fear


Tate
I suppose we all want to believe that in the end we will be rewarded for our deeds. I say what matters in this life? Could it be we learn kindness is it's own reward? I will talk to God when and if I see him. But friends don't need help in Heaven. They need help on Earth. So I shall do the best I can with the resources allotted to me. May all your wishes come true.
Tate Morgan
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