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The Arnold Red Honeysuckle

The Arnold Red Honeysuckle Written: By Miracle Man 9/19/2018 The spring of my life was like the scent of honeysuckle, Each morning, zephyrs brought to my nostrils, its aroma. But now, it’s dormant and my knees begin to buckle, And I contemplate the bestowing of my life’s diploma. Honeysuckle, to me, was a temporary sigh of pleasure, While God saw a heart that was hardened as stone. He began blessing my life beyond my ability to measure, After bringing things to bear that caused me to atone;

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