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Nov 2014
my exhausted eyes want rest
my burdened brain calls for a break
my fatigued feet can't take another step
i don't think i can take
this anymore.

but that's when he gently whispers to me
and calls me dear daughter
he tells me that when i'm weary and weak
just come to the living water
and find strength.
Margo May
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Margo May  Minnesota
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