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Variences Silently sweeping towards the sea shore As the mist and fog rolled in The cumulus clouds built up and over While the frolicking fun loving otters rolled On their backs eating delicate morsels A man walked through the deceptive drizzle Seeing only the beautiful bounty of life His hands held in the pockets of his trench coat A newspaper article saying “God is dead” My son is dead he thought, so what’s the difference? I said prayers for him this morning he mused |
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