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I think we need your help Lord God;
Fairly sure we do,
Sure as feet upon the sod,
Sure as coins be few,
We must concede the modern day is dim and dark, unclear,
For limits seem so far away, while close at hand is fear.
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Thanks Mark and best wishes to you.
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Roy, thanks for taking the time to comment. We are all in need of something to laugh about over here.
Thanks for taking the time to comment Roy, we need a bit of fun over here these days.
