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Thou anointest my cornbread with honey.  My sweet iced tea overflows.  Though there may be tough rows to hoe, Goodness, grace, and mercy ...

I only ever see the moon in the morning early— before you’re awake— as birdsong first trills from hallowed branches to welcome the...

To thee, an angel, called by the Lord unto the operation of this machine— In the days of Moses thou puttest the word of God into the...