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Paternal Love

Through the unfinished step goes with time as we walk in repose. Blindly his son has observed us through the blue and glowing days blessed through His paternal rays. Though, close still the blinds we pull, through His breath rite of baptism waters cool. Flourish rapture strings by two closely weave who sees through. Angels come down from heaven clad in wisps of sun and full moon maketh glad. Immersed in stain glass tile, folded wings, and flawless smile. Hark to his wisdom, his arms around bares to all the garden ground. 12/5/2017
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Date: 12/5/2017 10:14:00 AM
It is IT that rules. You are so powerful in each composition. Congrats Eve.
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Date: 12/5/2017 8:03:00 AM
This "It" helps us manage better our life today but eventually, I am afraid, we are going to become the "It" and "It" our master! Very well expressed my dear friend, Eve!
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Date: 12/5/2017 9:10:00 AM
Demetrios, that is what I am afraid that this is what our lives is going to be.
Date: 12/5/2017 7:59:00 AM
and yet “it” used to be a who! Apparently people that computed were called computers. Found that out when I watched the movie “Hidden Figures”
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Date: 12/5/2017 9:09:00 AM
Interesting, Kim, but I can understand
Date: 12/5/2017 6:53:00 AM
It.. does it all..well said for a win!
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Date: 12/5/2017 3:07:00 AM
Without a doubt "it" is...All the best Eve
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