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| declare yourself doughty of all things amid this abhorrent world, you stayed pariah, they say with broken wings hypercritical people laugh and you still played nether yourself not to their level enmity for others, you can obliterate malicious tongue, our Lord will shovel affectation, He will not tolerate yearn for His love, open your heart pathway of life is bumpy; you're the driver, get ready to steer give Him your trust and your pain will depart road to happiness will soon be near knock on His door and he will open He will provide His love very often by O.P.Bautista 05.24.93 |
| this is a poem I wrote for my friend about seven years ago. over the years, we've lost contact, however in the circle of life, our paths crossed once more. |
