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Itches

Itches are like fleas. Always trying to bother me. Itches,they are so confused not knowing what to do. So they will continue to bother you. Itches like to fuss and fight . They find this type activity a delight. Itches become blue when they can't get next to you. Itches come in many different degrees, bringing discord among the saints and the ain'ts. There is no specific shape, size or color.There's no reason or rhyme to their madness. The ultimate goal is to bring confusion and sadness. An itch could be me and it could be you .You don't have to be a female to know this is true.An itch can never be satisfied at anyones's happiness(that abides inside). An itch has a job to do and that's to bother you.Take your pick at which type of itch it will be emotionally,financially,it's just a start you see.Itches range from A to Z, but when you pick your itch, choose carefully. Itches don;t come to stay, they go away and come another day.Itches come to make you pray .The more you pray determines the stay. So, pray away your itch today so you can grow and be on you way. Complaining about an itch will make you blue and others around you.You know what to do so don't allow the itch to control you. You know that the itch has a job to do, so don't do you ! Pray through!

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