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Angst of ascending oh, stairs pose beckoning woes once easily surmounted… ...Missing youthful* zest ah, I still climb by God’s strength midst soaring faith legacy.
*Ecclesiastes 12:1 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them. November 2, 2020 3rd place, "SPIN A SEDOKA" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 11/4/2020.

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Date: 11/7/2020 6:03:00 PM
Very nicely written, Beata.
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Date: 11/5/2020 2:44:00 PM
wonderful entry and I see a winner too. Congratulations.
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Date: 11/5/2020 4:16:00 AM
Beata, congratulations on your win in Nette's Sedoka contest with this wonderful and spiritual write _Constance
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Date: 11/3/2020 3:39:00 AM
Stairs do get to be more of an effort as age overtakes us. Praising God and realizing there is a God becomes clearer. Solomon the writer of Ecclesiastes definitely had a problem of too many wives which swayed him towards other gods. Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara
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Date: 11/2/2020 6:53:00 PM
Watch for missteps...I keep my hand near the railing. Nicely done, Beata!
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