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Glory be to G!D 

Blessed is He who hath enabled me to write and read!
Glory be to G!D, the Most High,
and peace be upon those whom G!D favours.
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@ -6,9 +6,100 @@ In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary
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<a href="five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
<a href="#five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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<p>Dear Diary,
Strangled and a-ware /
I comb fingers in-to ash /
as I dis-ap-pear
<br/><br/>
They fold the-ir hands /
As they sit a-cross from me /
How do I praise G!d
<br/><br/>
They came on a day /
When it was cold and wind-less /
They came suddenly
<br/>
<br/>
Tiles and small stock-piles /
Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
and the stop in me
<br/>
<br/>
They pushed some bis-cuit /
and mix-ture to me at tea /
They shan't break my fast!
<br/>
<br/>
On a ce-real crack /
The rai-sin traced me as best /
as a dry <strike>hump</strike>lump
can
<br/><br/>
The wild crane stands fast /
A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
As he jour-neys past
<br/><br/>
They are in a war /
They are wield-ing seen weapons /
But we, un-seen, win
<br/><br/>
They are in a war /
They are seen wielding weapons /
But we win, unseen
<br/><br/>
To make a dam burst /
It is im-por-tant to risk /
Flood-ing the ri-ver
<br/><br/>
How many swallows /
Follow the si-lence as well /
As a stag-nant pond?
<br/><br/>
How many swallows follow the
selection of an old
stagnant
pond?
<br/><br/>
Day comes and night goes /
Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
of a red fea-ther
<br/><br/>
The bumblebee flies /
Listening to the sounds of snorts /
and grumbling hammers
<br/><br/>
<i>from the writer: Lest they
tramply on them, and then turn
and attack you, do not set
your pearls before swine.'
(hur-hur-huk) (laughing)
This is from Scriptures.
</i>
The bumblebee flies /
But tastes its own honey in /
no such haste as Man
<br/>
<br/>
On the equator
/ of a rectangle that curls
/ up leaving I
<strike>you</strike>,
me
<br/><br/>
Isn't it curious?
In between the lines the bird /
Makes its victory
</p>
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</p>
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<p>
Dear Diary,
How are you? May peace be with you