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A poem among the Aspens
Monday, June 6, 2011. Through the muddle of too much vodka. I vaguely remember Natchezs gleaming lights. Across the tumultuous Mississippi River,. The multicolored bulbs along the docks with. Neon extolling catfish and fried pickles,. And I recall the sun biting into the horizon. And odd pairs of lights nipping at each other. Hurriedly on the bridge that always scared. The crap out of me whenever I had to cross it. I remember the dissonant hum of cicadas. Clinging to cypress trees, and the sultry. Provo.
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Monday, June 6, 2011. Through the muddle of too much vodka. I vaguely remember Natchezs gleaming lights. Across the tumultuous Mississippi River,. The multicolored bulbs along the docks with. Neon extolling catfish and fried pickles,. And I recall the sun biting into the horizon. And odd pairs of lights nipping at each other. Hurriedly on the bridge that always scared. The crap out of me whenever I had to cross it. I remember the dissonant hum of cicadas. Clinging to cypress trees, and the sultry. Provo.CONTENT
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008. There are plenty of profound things in nature, in the cosmos of life on Earth,. But there is nothing I have ever seen more profound,. Than a sinner giving his or her heart to the Lord Jesus Christ. And what ensues right there and then from that person. In witness, testimony and confession. Is fruitful and trust building. Over that then all the victories in war, sports, or games.
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