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The Irony Yahweh, hides in children, the wealthy and the filthy, resilient and forgotten, the disgraced. Wisdom seeps from small mouths, unfed, unlistened to while learned men turn faces high in search for God up in the sky. A child speaks His message, that God hides out in all of us, searching, waiting for us to grasp the irony. You must accept the child within. Then you'll find Him. A String Cinquain (2/4/6/8/2 repeated in several stanzas) SWPoet
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