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The Question and Answer

The Question & Answer Tom 7-2-2016 Does your past contain un-forgiven stains? Matters you’ve bequeathed to another day. Do you listen still to these familiar refrains, That the fourth dimension, alone, can’t allay. There is, for these, forgiveness to be had, If you bow your head, to God, in prayer; As your life becomes filled with the triad, No longer will days be packed with despair.

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