2010-12-28 - turn2
not old just full of alibis the cold convinces otherwise but home is where the eagle flies every seven years pasteurize the outward guise circumcise what isn't wise prune away the dead limb ties aptitude appears giving rise to upward skies bringing forth what never dies raptured caught up super sized with prophets and with seers treasures of the highest highs far from mundane compromise that is where our bounty lies faith will shift the gears heavenly of heavenlies voices crying in the breeze moving us along with ease heartland vibes and cheers blessings overwhelm and seize gently bring us to our knees look I hold the sacred keys lend to me your ears.
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