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The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down 
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... . 
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon saged-up getta-gingerly-popping in the grease in 
the skillets over the steadily-flaming-logs and-built-up-kindling ... .


Humbly growing up little farm-houses-rock streams-made by-the freedom-of-the-patient 
hand-Bibles-on the-table in every-dwelling-place blessings of praise-that really gooey gooey 
fudge-brewing slow... so-slow.


Cooked-up-apple and peach a plethora of assortments of berry pies cooling their lively smells 
lifting up-and-drifting-about the grassy timber woods and hills in every available-window-sill 
home made-ice-cream sweet-taffy-candy-moonlit-walks-with a real good friend-crawdad 
hunting with my-Pa and Uncles cousins and Brother Sisters-Grand-Pa... . Stars parading along 
on by with the sky's Moon-hovering-above casting the morning-stars-gentle, and-somewhat-
kinder reflection on-the-slumbering-land of crawler's... .


Our flashlights lights perusing cast-all-about searching-for-them... junker autos rumbling and 
rolling off one distant-street-corner-easy childhood-days-rising up to greet-you laying-down 
weighing in the balance-as the tender moments... ease-on-by.


Time my only vestige welcomed salvation, greater my safety-grace happily promenades-
about-the fringe-of the-day... . They ride-their-way-along-enchanted carried along churning 
away-by the glimmering-crystal-streams motivated by-the-chipper woodland-winds... . My 
faith, in-its relevance, emancipates.


Fragile, honest... willing... no time for resentment-innocence runs free now merrily skipping 
with me across the meadow.


Gracious time the noble gesture freedom the-patient-journey-sown-of-humble yes the 
truest divinity as patient-just yes-the devotion for all-through grace-made-open-my hope 
remains willing-white cotton clouds captured in their lea way dancing two and fro remind 
me even-more so... .


"Kill them with the virtues' of kindness" as my Father always said.






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