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Miracles are held every day,

Supposed in voice the experts say,

A soul to save from burning fire,

Drown the truth from a static liar,

Chance a coin for heads or tails,

Counting grains on sandy shale,

Count the stars on the clearest night,

Consider the ones out of sight,

Hear the ocean feel it too,

Sea or money rich man - Who?

Your all put into something kind,

The staggered path sure you will find,

Satisfaction of success worth more than pounds,

Helping man in strength in mounds.
Posted: 2012-10-25 20:27:18 UTC

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