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Felt Board In Sunday school we strained to hear sandals scraping stone snap and crackle of kindling echo of gospel songs sung in three part harmony Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego overlays free floating smiles all around, fronting a fiery furnace more beehive than crematorium Nebuchadnezzar scowling from the soft verge of his velvet palace hush of orange aloe leaves licking the plush pink feet of an angel hovering over the muffled din of a passing July morning.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Felt Board
Felt Board In Sunday school we strained to hear sandals scraping stone snap and crackle of kindling echo of gospel songs sung in three part harmony Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego overlays free floating smiles all around, fronting a fiery furnace more beehive than crematorium Nebuchadnezzar scowling from the soft verge of his velvet palace hush of orange aloe leaves licking the plush pink feet of an angel hovering over the muffled din of a passing July morning.
dave-hardin
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
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