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A poem inspired by Matthew 22:37

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Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and with all your mind.
Matthew 22:37

Lamentations of victory even time's
hold, evenings lisp of rancor, day's
yearning or undisclosed receipts.

Great ordinary days wittle inside
the houseman's accounts. Laughter lights
yearound only under real heartache.

Every ass runs true along new
designations as lowly lightingbugs yield
our understanding.

Lillies always never dance while in the
hole. All life lives. Yonder open,
useless rears mellow in new destinations.