About My Bones..
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These dry bones, no longer holding flesh. So monotone, no life holding breath. Unlike stones so fragile and weak. Granite texture lying dead on the street. Bones of my flesh you helped me to stand. Bone of my flesh to gave no demands. Bones of my flesh you grasped life's cord. Bones of my flesh, received eternal reward.....
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