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Dear Child. No One in Particular. Just You. The One that is Asleep. The One Sleeping at this Moment. Yes, Yes You Sweet Child. My Dove. My Soul. My Angel. A Master of so Many Secret Things. This Random Child doesn't have to be Young. She can even be an Adult. Just a Sweet Young Hearted Child. A Child that Might Need Some Love. Some Hope. You See Your on My Mind. My Sweet Random Child. Some Love of Mine is Leaving My Heart, Mind and Soul Through Prayers and the Ever Loving God will Distribute Them to You. My Dear Child. My Love. My Young Adult Child. My Random Dove. My Sweet Heart. You must be Completely Asleep on this Dark Morning and Your Mind is being Blessed by the Lord with My Random Prayers. After My Prayers have Touched You as You Sleep. Let the Festival Commence. It's the Weekend. Today is a Saturday. Jump Out of Bed and Hit the Beach. My Sweet. My Gypsy Eyes. My Beautiful Kind. May You Dance Today and into the Night. Burn the Wick Today and Tonight. Magic for You Angel Child. Blessed be You Young Adult Child. Let this Day Groove to You My Dove. My Soul. My Heart. My Sweet Kind...
M.J.S.
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Author:
MJS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2022 13:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Not only do I pray for myself at times, but for strangers. For a better world.
- Category: Religion
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wholehearted petition and you are very kind to pray for strangers as well
I believe we all should, thanks for sharing! & Have a blessed weekend
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