remember childhood poetry? One about Adam and Eve, an Alphabet poem, and the one about the seasons...
try to find them:
I like the Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, but I like... best of all
the miracle of finding the pieces of my leatherman key chain, when doing the laundry I found one piece, then a week later, found the other
In patience, then, let us possess
Our souls till he appear.
On to our mark of calling press;
Redemption draweth near.
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