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Christmas
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
earth
quivers
in the qualm
of u n c e r t a i n
broken m e l o d i e s
e a s y r e s o l u t i on s
c a n n o t fallen spirits m e n d
for the ways o f men are futile
while they f l o u r i s h in denial
yet the Lord would condescend
bringing a b s o l u t i o n s
though the world despise
perfect p a r d o n
from the Balm
G i v e r ’ s
b i r t h
© Copyright 2020 December 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
earth
quivers
in the qualm
of u n c e r t a i n
broken m e l o d i e s
e a s y r e s o l u t i on s
c a n n o t fallen spirits m e n d
for the ways o f men are futile
while they f l o u r i s h in denial
yet the Lord would condescend
bringing a b s o l u t i o n s
though the world despise
perfect p a r d o n
from the Balm
G i v e r ’ s
b i r t h
© Copyright 2020 December 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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