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pastor appreciation poem

o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
my mother taught me that every night
as it
i hold your heart
sun and wind and beat of sea
hang no wreath
rocked in the cradle of the deep
last midnight
you are my companion
he'd even have his joke
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
this is the arsenal
pharaoh, king of egypt's land

 



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