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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "The Gospel of John 1:5 KJV: 'And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.' -- The true light constantly watches over you, and is naught the drawn flames that burn the moth. The light is constantly shining, therefore pay heed, go and prepare your love ones, for they have need of you as you have of them," ... by The Poet. Oh my, those faces, those faces of plenty. How dare they con to front me! That explains the frames they pose. Perchance feigns afoot, as there are more than my memory could hold. What a pretty bird! It waits to be noticed yet their presence mystifies. What can I do for that bird? Look for the familiars. Their facades aren't false. Unlike them who look through me and naught at me. Ceaseless smiles--heartless abandon. Don't ignore the bird's mother. They are so very pretty. You did not forget my son. They are pretty, aren't they. I had thought it was my imaginations, but you both see them. Your day was quite fulfilling. Is the day over? Of course naught mother. For we have the entire day to ourselves. What of them? We're their guest and they know you're with us, Mother ... the whole day! How did the both of you find me in this crowd. The moment we saw your face, 'Light up the day!' Now where is that pretty bird?
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