A mistake can lead to a simple correction,and then fast forward,
to a welcomed detection,my wrinkled hands give food for thought,
reflects just age;like a crumpled page,words made out like a
quiet shout,not that pronounced i have to say,expect they gather
a bit everyday,just a feature in an oldish creature,they don't
have feelings or numbered size,they just appear before ones eyes,
unlike our heart that pumps our precious fluid,are we all related to some ancient druid,just a thought from a sometime poet,GOD,
grant us HIS GRACE,to try to knoweth,no worries about my hand
held wrinkles,or bells that tinkle,its ST,PATRICK'S DAY,that's
how am thinking,in a time that just wrinkled.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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