Countdown Eleven days, Tomorrow ten, How will I feel when now is then And I'm faceing the terror of unrestful forced sleep yet again? I hope, I pray, Lord, I have no strength, I'm spent. If much further I'm bent I fear I'll break, Still it countsdown. It won't go away, All I lean on, Lord, hold me... Sign in to see full entry.
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Greetings, I am author EJ Norris, and I hereby welcome you to an exciting world of tales and verse. Here, you will find a variety of stories and poetry. Get ready for the exciting, the unexpected, and the inspirational. Read and enjoy. Share and reply.
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