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The Face.
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The Face.

Poem By Cecilia Parkin

As I went along the lonely road
At every bend I sought
The Face - the Face I dearly love
In all that lay before.

I heard His voice at quiet of night
Saying onto me,
'My child, why make your life so hard
Where you are I Will be! '.

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That is very, very sweet. I loved it! Sincerely Ernestine