A herdsman stands at your door.
No further harm passes your threshhold.
You waken everyday to bright laughter.
Angels keep your shoulders.
There is nothing that needs to be fixed.
Jane Ann Flint
No further harm passes your threshhold.
You waken everyday to bright laughter.
Angels keep your shoulders.
There is nothing that needs to be fixed.
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