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Sun Rays

SUN RAYS Sun Ray's blowing through the Sun kissed Wind Arrows flying through Barely able to Bend Light shining Bright Brighter than the Eye can see Vision being shuffled Who might this Be Knock, knock, knock Always come in Three's Standing at the Door Looking down at Me Was The LORD'S HOLY Angel Who might hold the Key 17 May. 2022 By: Xanthe LaDale Smith

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