Time, so precious, so dear...

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This poem resembles my worries, what I see happening around me, and the people I know, especially at my youth group...hope that this will encourage to spend your time wisely. May God Bless.All Rights Reserved

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Time, so precious, so dear...
Fri, Nov 9, 2012

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Time, so precious, so dear...
Fri, Nov 9, 2012

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