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February's Snow The winter storm of a life time cold bitter winter's need some total darkness and others death they would see. It is times like these when life is put on total hold who do we turn to where do we go? We have to look no futher than the hem of His Garment cause Jesus has already been where we have already went. No storm has been to hard any challanges of deep despair problems He can't handle He is ready to meet you there. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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