of faith in God and writing in all genres
You look through our eyes to see unknown poetsAnd we smile as we come to know you.
Praise God!
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Growing up in Tennessee, people usually called me “MAY-ree.” When we lived in Virginia, almost everyone said, “Murray.” Now, having live...
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You look through our eyes to see unknown poets
And we smile as we come to know you.
Praise God!
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