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Memories may fade with the passage of time
But they never die
They will always remain a part of your existence
To be held by someone that knows all my corners
the only way out
is within

©2016janetaylor
[10W]

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|    MAN CANNOT SPEAK TRUTH     |
|WITH A LABEL OVER HIS MOUTH|
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I wrote a poem earlier today entitled
"The Maker of the Hill"

In this poem I described life is a toboggan ride. I also rode in the footnotes that my family was having trouble financially and despairing of having food for the rest of the month. Well I just want to let you all know that my church found out about our plight and is donating money so that we can buy food. Christians are not all money-grabbing. They are also very giving people. That is often forgotten when one sees the televangelists Etc. And my church is certainly putting their money where their mouth is! Hallelujah!!!
Just follow your heart
Do what you say you are going to do
Now is the time to shine
Find your way through
Those seas may be rough
But, you can adjust the sails
Continue to rise up through the air
So you can prevail
In the dining hall
The men are fed
Each one staring
At the other's bread
Each one wishing
He had said
That which lived
In the other's head
No more time
And no more sound
Each one's eyeballs
Moving 'round
The meal is set
Their mouths grow wet
They gorge themselves on tender meat
Each one grows heavy in his seat
The sailors pay
A heavy toll
For that which they put in their bowl
A little meat
A little fish
Each man anchored
To his dish
Each one feeling
He's done well
When answering
The dinner bell
The meal is earned
The supper's bought
And each man sitting there
Thought not
They'd any more
Than they deserved
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