The Morning Dew Poem by Aldo Kraas

The Morning Dew



Our
Dear
God
Will
Walk
Us
Out
Of
The
Morning
Dew
We
Heard
The
Baby
Crying
Next
Door
And
By
Now
We
Are
Used
To
It

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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