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“Honorable Project” 
              
`Tis all we manikins that run in this race,
And only one that receives the one prize.
But the awesome truthfulness, of this, 
Often we find on this, our thinking’s amiss.
And that is__ all together we are ONE!  Guys!

Behold! The Sower(P.L.) went forth to sow,
The seed being only one. God’s word!
Some seeds of one seed, fell by the wayside.
Many of wayside, sitting on wayside, cried,
This being the most glorious truth every heard.

Let’s mount up with our words, our Eagle wings,
All brothers of one feather, together.
And from milk of strife we shall all be weaned,
For of love’s word we all have the same genes,
Together, no storms, no trials, too tough to weather.

For greed hath no seed, where upon to feed,
Houses divided, remain undecided.
Therefore, sow the one seed, not of greed,
Seed upon which the wayside still do not feed.
Love’s word, the seed in which you are delighted.

For love’s seed, not of thorns or wayside greed,
The one upon which, we in the race should feed:
Will always be the one that shall exceed,
For eternal life is the one prize, we need. 

For: Projects and Credits,
In Honor of: Dane Ann Smith Johnsen

Placed #8

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