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Apples Don'T Fall Far From The Tree

I want to tell you of my second Love,
Of a churchs' impact from heaven above!
I'd grown up in such a small church.
Yet small groups can make for gossip, and worse.

Not so with Shiloh; it was heaven on earth...!
This icon of community flair was 'golden mirth.'
'Cause for too many years I'd been handicapped;
Unfortunately, having wed a controlling rat.

Unworthy, I felt as if in a deep-dark pit.
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Will Barber 15 May 2006

Well, this is too complex, too rich for an old man to absorb in a single reading. I'll be back to admire your gift.

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