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I can’t make the hills

I can’t make the hills The system is shot I’m living on pills For which I thank G-d I followed the course From chaos to art Desire the horse Depression the cart I sailed like a swan I sank like … Continue reading

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Story of Isaac

The door it opened slowly, my father he came in,was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me, his blue eyes they were shining and his voice was very cold. He said, “I’ve had a vision and you … Continue reading

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