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A Gift
O,' my Lord, Christ Jesus of Deliverance,
A gift faceted in distinguishing the humanities hoped
Human-kind had but one-rule
A commandment: for individualism. ('choice')
A natural-born leader over yourself,
Your thoughts, your intent of will
Your liberations, your goodness relished.
You there, they're reading it loud,
Don't get too far ahead of yourself
You were given a rare gift at birth
Now, you're empowered with it by worth.
Move on along, tell your anecdote,
However, you tell it so get it out
To find an end, to end this poetry
''Their 'choice' is by their loyalties.''
Copyright ©
William Darnell Sr.
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