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Song For My Father I do mean, my Almighty Father The one really responsible for my birth. Tis the reason, I am not just dirt. My body, my mind He did wonderfully fashion! Adding a flair for poetic passion. Feet to walk, pirouette and to Samba. Loving to dance, to any just about any number. The gift to speak, to write and then, to teach! To reach, to smell the softness of a peach! Schooling, all under His perfect guidance. Never under earthly contrivance. Blessing me with earthly parents, near divine. Who raised me in religious sunshine. Always there for me till their ends. Sources of love and comfort, uniquely splendid. Will see them in glory, when my life has finally, in His peace, ended! 12/17/2021

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Date: 2/10/2022 1:24:00 PM
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 2/14/2022 3:30:00 PM
Angela, thank you, happy Valentine’s Day Pangie
Date: 1/4/2022 11:49:00 PM
I see God is not wanted here I I do know what is adored. SELF! Pangie
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Date: 12/17/2021 9:47:00 PM
A poem of praise to the one who made us! As you have said, "the reason I am not just dirt." :)
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/4/2022 11:38:00 PM
PS,sorry I issued this comment...unusal for for me. I guess we are a party of two .? I amthikig of potting my word in a book to be read online Pangi1e 1/7 x2022