Adoring The Babbling Brook
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Paul Amrod
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I watch it coming from the crest
adoring the babbling brook.
As it streams over the rocks
relaxing my worn and weary soul.
This holiness has gently blessed
my senses which have undertook
the slower ticking of the clocks
until I find my cherished goal.
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