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Ole Twitchy

Ole Twitchy Ole Twitchy was a healer type, Who saw the way to make things right Was a bit of visualizing, The positive thought, the certainty, When face he saw of sickly she, Aorta bulge would shrink, see’d he, To the doctors consternation, Thoughts are deeds , When you flesh em out, Begone you doubting weed, Closed mind of subtle doubt, is condem-damnation, yes indeed,. Our maker creates with his mind, The dummy healer tries to find, A way to help the human kind, A poor copy is his ration, We are a copy of the maker, And have weak power of the mind, Tradition of doubt, keeps us down, Lest co-creator you will find, All supplied by the great Creator. Don Johnson Twitchy 4 the shudder i get , asking in the Lords name, you bet, seeing him 4 an instant yet, 4 a one second shudder, neuralgia is blown asunder, no pain, the now i get, faith produces wonder, no pain an no regret :} ol johnson from downunder...

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  1. Date: 2/24/2013 5:20:00 AM

    Yes, we all have a portion of the intelligence of our maker, but only a small portion though! In fact it's just enough to get us all into trouble! This is a fantastic and wondrous write my friend! I loved reading this delightful poem this morning! What a powerful little piece this one truly is! Great Work!!