Blessing...Counting
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Rebecca Navarre
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Skipping stones, skipping rocks.
Down at the shore, by the docks.
Gives me time to think, and pray
alot. Look around, at the blessings
we got. Oceans blue, skies are too.
Constant, his voice moves... That's
alot! For a first thought. And 2nds,
you... Pause and stop. The hours,
on the clock... Then,3 and four,
Grateful, the list goes on ever, more! ...
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