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CASKET OF SECRETS
My heart
Is a casket
Many secrets does it hold
Wrapped up in life
It silently enfolds
These thoughts
Are quite private
To me
And me alone
Like scriptures on Sunday
Writ clear in the stone
Only He can share my reflections
For He is all I can trust
I meander through problems
And He makes them to dust
Safe keeping they are concealed
Kept under padlock and key
Uncovered only occasionally
But tied securely within me
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