I saw a story, on the news this morning, out divers preparing an Easter egg hunt.
pink basket, diving for eggs this plastic okay as long as they are all recovered and don’t lay like a wreck in the sea pink basket, frog kick, acrobatics and bubbles amidst the handpicked Easter eggs, beholding treasures of the deep pink basket, God’s eye deep and wide, never misses our whereabouts neither our joys or sufferings the cross on land never plunged into the deep, but the blood of Christ counts all the loss and the returns are endless pink basket, divers give the thumbs up everyone is okay feeling blessed, not one is lost
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