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He bore for her life's burdens Soothed the children of their tears Was the rock all others broke upon Left fond memory of his years

How fortunate I am to be the father of this child

If faith can move a mountain, then it can save a soul.

A mind at peace with all below she is beauty such so ever bright Smile to win the hearts that glow a wonder to the sight

A nightmare about being alone

Every man knows his weakness.

Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail

I grew weary of mans delight in watching his brothers endure I took no pleasure in gods sight his beauties had lost all allure

I enter this poem in recognition of the fine spirit we all know here as Bluessadmood,In him I see our best character OUR FINEST HOUR! Thank you

In her I saw myself one day a cold spirit needing tending And in her face I saw the way to happiness she was rending