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Tag: poetry

  • His Unfailing Presence

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    Deborah Seale
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    Another year I enterIts history unknown;Oh, how my feet would trembleTo tread its paths alone!But I have heard a whisper,I know I shall be blest;“My presence shall go with thee,And I will give thee rest.” What will the New Year bring me?I may not, must not know;Will it be love and rapture,Or loneliness and woe?Hush!…

  • Plain Old Oyster

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    Deborah Seale
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    By Anonymous There once was an oyster, whose story I’ll tellWho found that some sand had gotten into his shellIt was only a grain, but it gave him great painFor oysters have feelings, although they are plain Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fateThat had brought him to such a deplorable state?“No,” he…