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Reflections, rants and random bits of bad poetry
20 April 2014
Purify
Purify my heart.
Make me as gold and precious silver.
Baptize my soul.
By water if you will, by fire if you must.
The loaves, when whole, feed a small boy.
The loaves, once broken, satisfy the thousands.
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