URANIUM RICH, LIKE
THE LAND MINE
I am unsure of. Should. This land be trod?
Does it yet have a soul? No mistakes in life.
Some people say. I'm not so sure I. See it.
That. Way. If it's the way God designed
it, there can be no wrong road? The enemy
is subtle. But. How can we be so deceived?
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Put down that blue-glass ashtray you're
holding. It was a gift to me in 1973.
And. Now that person's long dead.
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