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Lift up holy hands, to open that ancient gate,
and enter in the courtroom of glory and praise.
Who is the King of Glory? Mighty is he.
Jesus is t..
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Day broke in a flash of flamesas a red hot horizon set the sky ablaze.Decembers clouds were dense and thick,like a wall of ice that let nothing in.The..
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Okay, it's time.
Turnoff your devices,
grab your spatula,
then let the cooking
commence.
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The placid surface smooth and grey,
reflects the soul come end of day.
Muted light that did not break
slowly fades for time is late.
The blazi..
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By lamp of night,
the screech cry out.
The challenge of the charger,
was met by the owl.
Who's swift wings,
skirted the end,
that comes for us a..
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Cinquain 5 lines
2-4-6-8-2
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Maybe
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The fullness of night nestled the meadow.
The firmament forgot to draw it's drapes,
while November's breath kissed the loam with lace.
Soon to be..
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The black road top is wet from rain,
and an ashen ridge of clouds creates an overhang.
The job of the sun is not yet seen, as he climbs for the..
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alabaster glow
circumvents the heated sun
for silken delights
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