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Time gracious... free... sadly 
slipping away on by some... .


Sweet as the twilight Sun... .


Being blessed by this through God's quest 
for evenness a perfect equality for all.


Through His compassion, grace... I see here today, 
in their innocence the birds fly by me all bellowing out 
tweeting-gingerly as-they sing through the Summer Spring, 
and Fall through the precious and always looming... if I'm willing 
to look... Winter sky's... .


Looking at the mountain's-as they rise and fall again to greet the glory 
of the humble-prairie lands. As the snow falls softly whipping around 
glistening in the quiet known by me now of these still mornings.


The Sun always brimming, like one big fervent, little giddy 
grand blue snuggie, is all too delighted I feel now to bring 
me the opportunity time and again to embrace them in 
their brilliance.


Love, I consider now to be the hope willing reliance, 
faith, yes joy the simple clarity brought to know the 
beauty of all of these gracious and even more 
eminent things, and so I believe it too this is 
why some flags are flown as such.


Waving about for all this honest passion, 
opportunity for the another, as I believe it 
is their-certain vision of whiteness, readiness, 
pureness, being the prudent example, the one
brought again, and again... to remain open. The 
innocent color yes perfect reflection of their desire 
for peace... !


Time, gracious and free, sadly, though I hope still 
now it not be this way with you if it is, because as it 
is I have looked, felt and seen been shown through 
the loss of some of it myself, it still... slips away on 

by some... !


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