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I Am Born

I am born, Borne unto death. Spewed forth on a wave, Webbed feet touch a holy hand. A postulant … 31 March 1983

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Date: 3/24/2017 8:52:00 AM
I think that all our life we are all postulants Julie, seeking the meaning of life. One day we will know. God Bless D.
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Date: 3/23/2017 3:26:00 PM
I kept my attempts as a 20 something student ... all three of them. Not exactly prolific ... but then I had barely anything to write about, having not 'lived' yet. I submit them here for your perusal and hope you will comment.
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Dave Timperley
Date: 4/25/2018 3:35:00 PM
Everything starts at 1, 1st breath, 1st step, 1st love, 1st poem. The trick is to learn from each 1st. God Bless. D.

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