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Honey in the horn! I brought my horse from the water
And from the white grove of tall alders over the spring,
And brought him past a row of high hollyhocks
Which flew and tore their flowers thin as his mane.
And women there watched, with hair blown over their mouths;
Yet in watching the oat field they were quiet as the spring.
“Are the hollyhocks full bloomed? It is harvest then.
The hay falls like sand falling in a high wind
When the weeds blow an......
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Abba, Father, My Christ.... Your Name, flames of... holiness...... You feed the hungry, bless children, during the days of You here............... Your shining miracles, a testament, my love...... I beseech You to....... ......
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