His Soul

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    His Soul

     I walk through the woods
    10 million things running through my mind
    The hting is im not alone
    i feel his soul guiding me
    protecting me
    Telling me i dont have to face the world alone
    His soul is with me forever

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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