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Such A Big Miracle In Such A Tiny Baby. Big Things Often Have Small Beginnings A Baby Is God's Opinion That Life Should Go On.

My Name Is Truth And I Am The Most Elusive Captive In The Universe.

Poetry Is A Fresh Morning Spider-web Telling A Story Of Moonlit Hours Of Weaving And Waiting During A Night.

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.