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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 13:16:27 GMT
Here's a small poem I wrote:
The wind it blows The black trees sway Oh kindred, Hos! O’ the day
The mountains darkened As caves of lore So fountains hearkened To waves of gore
He tried to hinder Wanting me to cower But I held up a Savior And refused him power
[Hos is a word I made up, I don't know what it means, so it can mean anything you want it to mean)
(Actually, I don't even know what this poem is about, all I know is that I was trying to rhyme and that at the end I added a bit about defeating the devil with Jesus and such. I guess it could be based upon Psalm 91...)
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Post by Les Brewer on Jan 30, 2013 15:13:34 GMT
That's lovely Olivia. Thank-you!
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