As The Time Goes By
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Here lies poems from an aspiring author. Filled with experience and realism; or fantasy and fiction, but in all this remember it's Christian and that Christ has risen. But to sum it up, I hope you enjoy them, as these words come straight from my pen.
Kind Regards,
Abby
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