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As my Dad used to say. The Truth. Thee. So I made you Lies you cannot be so can Not long stand. Who is great is not mortal. Pretense will fall . A brutal crash but is yet A kindness not least to him who made of his Self a fraud forfeiting his soul for vanity, A Child of God no more that could not long be,
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Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
Don't Get too Big for your Britches
As my Dad used to say. The Truth. Thee. So I made you Lies you cannot be so can Not long stand. Who is great is not mortal. Pretense will fall . A brutal crash but is yet A kindness not least to him who made of his Self a fraud forfeiting his soul for vanity, A Child of God no more that could not long be,
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Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
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