Tuesday, November 9, 2004

The Gift Comments

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I thought to bring gold to my Maker
So I piled it up in my hands,
But I slipped on my way to the altar
And the gold fell and mixed with the sand.
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Janet Mary Zylstra
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Janet Mary Zylstra

Janet Mary Zylstra

London, England
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London, England
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