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God knows whom to save!: A poem

My love is not an icicle, not a snowflake, not trapezing for cover in a snowstorm! But honey dew wherever it belongs in the cover of cherished ones. I have a typical answer to all your questions, if you seek my veracity in AI-generated inquisitions: My Mother Maria told me: “Let it be”, words of wisdom, even if she didn’t prefer complacence! I am just looking forContinue reading “God knows whom to save!: A poem “