Everyday Thanksgiving

In wanderlust of eternity,I travel streets of grace  I know the power of illusion. But I find truth upon Your Face (illusions crumble) the b/ro/ke/nness have weakened bones and feeble flesh.  I trust in the Musician’s strings,The One who makes the nation’s sing. You are good it’s understood as days lead on……………. to Day. So […]


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