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Friday, December 24, 2010
come to me out of the East
with the power of the rising sun.
Let there be light in my words,
let there be light on my path that I walk.
Let me remember always
that you give the gift of a new day.
And never let me be burdened with sorrow
by not starting over again.
I am grateful
Cyndi and Stumpy
Khyra And Sometimes Her Mom
Thanks for sharing!
December 24, 2010 at 11:15 AM
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