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Across the rooftops the bells do sing. Blessings lurk through the haphazard pews. Here do not lie a low mound of shoes; But a stock of praise and carolling.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Praise
Across the rooftops the bells do sing. Blessings lurk through the haphazard pews. Here do not lie a low mound of shoes; But a stock of praise and carolling.
Awkward rhyme scheme; controversial topic.
#church#religion#god
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14/M/Greater Manchester, UK
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
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