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EACH DAY WE PASSES THRU, TRAIL AND TRIPERLATIONS EACH DAY WE STRUGGLE TO LIVE, TO EAT, TO SLEEP. EACH DAY WE LABOR AT ALL KINDS OF TASKS IN AN EFFORT TO PROPERTY AND GROW IN FIELDS AND PROFESSIONS GOD HAS ESTABLISHED FROM BIRTH EACH DAY WE OVER COME, AND TAKE SOME OF THE HASSLE OUT OF OUR LIVES ONLY TO CREATE BIGGER AND MORE COMPLICATED, WIDER AND DIVERSE ONES OF MORE DIFFICULTLY EVERDAY, DAY BY DAY WE OVER COME MORE AND MORE, SUCCESSES AND FAILURES, BUT IN ALL THEIR IT ONLY ONE THINK WE CAN’T ALL COUNT ON, NO MATTER WHAT WE DO AND WITH ALL THINGS, TIME PASSES ON WRITTEN BY: HAROLD C CHRISTIAN.

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