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To those who creep near to influence
Careful what you imagine of Mark Richard Prime
He's in God's hands.
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If I think this isn't about all of life, the collection, then I am ignorant to the idea of Creation, of Creator, of God, of Love, of Forgiveness, of Exactness, of Peace.

I am not ignorant of any of these things.

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If you've an agenda toward me when I've none to speak of toward any,the benefit of doubt rests with you until we dance, then you and I both will have none to speak of.

It is so very, very simple...
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I don't think volcanoes threaten lifeThey erupt in natures songThey're the celloSometimes the drumThey speak a language we long ago forgotMight be beneficial for us to again listen to Home
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Our names were written down in the book long before now. There is no need to place it there again, forgiveness was granted long ago, so live, love and laugh! Rat-tat-boom-boom-rat-a-tat! Everything's going to be okay! Rejoice in the truth of that. Boom boom...
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When the child knows only computers and likes a picture, they are not seeing themselves, they are seeing the echo from their elder's use, and that, my fine-feathered friends, is tragic at best.

Let's show them that we can Love, let's show them that we can be with Peace... Let's show them that we never disconnected from Home and one another...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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