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| So We�ll Go No More A�Roaming by Leslie Bridges-Kemp Ever unfolding patterns within the pretty prisms of sacrifice in apricot coloration design the intertwining foliage of time encapsulated in a forest of miraculous birth. Interests are mutual and acquaintances rare as happily we fellowship in the adoration of the Magi winging home in purple majesty towards heaven, fondly remembering Earth. I bequeath thee the essences of tender mercy quickened in quotas of purity as I boldly beheld the sublime genius that formed the uterus upon the holy night of your conception. I dedicate the sultry rhythms of insouciant Indian summer days spent in luxury wholly within the quicksilver minutes of silken sensation spent in awe of invitro fertilization. As surely as death was defeated on Calvary and the rambunctious imps of fiery Hell were castrated of their power to destroy, so in swift, righteous justice comes the Christ. Crucified and deified; triumphant over the sad red rain of pain He shall return to dwell In our midst once again as the bride quietly prepares the oil lamps for the nights� device. |
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