travail against lots dirty feet on clean soil rots broken paths unrighteousness leaving trails of bread praying for man to follow while birds eat of the remains
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LOST WHILE WILD BIRDS FOLLOW travail against lots dirty feet on clean soil rots broken paths unrighteousness leaving trails of bread praying for man to follow while birds eat of the remains Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018 9/1/18
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