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From the time I was small,
I learned to say my prayers.
In youth, for fame and fortune,
I wanted everything,
the truth I sometimes still.
When someone dear,
became real ill,
I prayed that they'd get well.
The latter years,
not so much. ....
just happiness for all.
It took some time,
but I realized,
that all my prayers were answered,
to my own shagrin,
sometimes. ....
the answers no.
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GOD ANSWERED ALL MY PRAYERS
GOD ANSWERED ALL MY PRAYERS
