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Cut It To Lord

Calculate by inches, reduce it more, I need it finer, go to centimeters, No it is still crude, get even more sharp, lets divide the carp, lets go in microns, and use the knife, dig it more and more, till you have it to the core, its about the same in life, if you could get the moment sliced, and clear enough in a neat dice, you would have everything forming and dancing, and it would be in nature, that you would be glancing, nature! whose author is God, will you be anything short of, that same very Lord.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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