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Words are grace to he.

Words are grace to he
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Restless weary soul has he
Sitting below the knowledge tree
Praying for word's release

Scrubbed and bleeding
Are his hands

Digging and scratching
Within the Sands

For many words are lost within
This sandpit of lifes sinking earth

Sitting below the knowledge tree
bleeding for what their worth

So many words unknown
Unclaimed

So many words unique
Unframed

Seeking all to be proclaimed

Words are words to many
Words are grace to he

Sitting below the knowledge tree
Praying for the world to see
Just how important
words are to he.
Nardine Sanderson 22/01/2015.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good write dear Nardine Sanderson, my applause, my vote

Seeking all to be proclaimed

Words are words to many

Words are grace to he

Sitting below the knowledge tree

Praying for the world to see

Just how important

words are to he.

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Honorable VIP Poetess Nardine Sanderson,

I wish to start with an inspirational poetry column on your all poems if you give permission. The proposed title will be " OLIVE BRANCHES ", only with your consent,

Regards

WILLY

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you but NO thanks sir /brother willy, i wish all my writing stays on my profile, i have plans involving them, so please do not be offended,
another point, no private photographs of my self and children are to be further more used for advertising works, i am pleased to say, i like going about my own, my way
thanks heaps, much love, nardine xoxo

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!.........Hey Deano, this is Great..........love this rhyme scheme........and the fact that you're always experimenting with new things...........an excellent write Big Sis!!.............well done..........smiles.........T  xx

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