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Four hundered ninety


As it sounds sad
For a reason
I can't understand
Even after I extended them
A helping hand
Also a good Samaritan
I shook off their dust
And pulled them up
From the sand,
There are people
Who do  me
Things bad
"Do good to s/he
Who did  you
Things bad!"
On its head stand.

But up on
A bit reflection
Something bubbles up
To my attention
Despite His
Benevolence untold
That is exactly what
I am doing on God.


"Forgive your erring friend
Seventy times seven
If you want Me
To welcome you in heaven!"///

For some friends and colleagues who did me bad as a reward for the good things I did them.Strange!



◄ Distilling from the past making tomorrow bright

Heroines in the dark ►


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