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NATURE’S CRIES OUT TO GOD AMIDTS BLUE WHITE SKIES
Visionary third eyed spied;
Baby blue cream lavender skies;
Cool fluffy wind sails clouds;
Birds in trees shout, praise God;
Speaking language to Elohim;
I fell blessed, nature’s voices;
Enlightening me, gives me hope;
And hope in…Hoping at least best, I find my rest;
Glazing at the skies, brightly shines;
Daylight man can’t fly without jets or planes;
Blindly I smell the crisps atmosphere dons;
White filaments cotton wood candy puffs;
Brilliants so shines the white silver yellow sun;
Birds in trees shout, praise God His love-such;
Baby blue cream lavender skies;
Cool fluffy wind sails clouds;
Birds in trees shout, praise God cause-;
Visionary third eyed spied aloud;
Glazing at the skies, brightly shines brightest plains;
Daylight man can’t fly without jets or planes;
NATURE’S CRIES OUT TO GOD AMIDTS BLUE WHITE SKIES
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James Edward Lee Sr.
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