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About This Poem
Nature
There is a stark unfairness in the fabric of our comings and goings.
It stings us like an immortal hornet,
Buzzing about with its pain and anguish,
Convincing us that Jesus is dead and soon we will join him.
There is a stark unfairness in the fabric of our comings and goings.
Oh Lord, come get me soon.
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