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Poem: “Mary’s Fiat”
Mary’s Fiat The angel held his voice, Awaiting the child’s choice. Hoping to return with a good report. As other…
Mary’s Fiat The angel held his voice, Awaiting the child’s choice. Hoping to return with a good report. As other…
Wheat Tallest of the crop, I held my head high. Dancing in the wind, beneath the sun’s piercing eye. Strong…
It’s true. I do not use Facebook. Now before you jump to any conclusions, I am not Amish and no,…