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Thursday, 9 September 2010

River autumn



The leaves are falling faster to the earth
They fall on the roof of my boat and I clean them off
And the next day, more have fallen.

God’s blessings fall now faster to the earth
They fall on the days of my life
And I destroy them
But the next day, more have fallen
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