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K.C. Millett
November 5th, 1927

Our Hour
Written:

There is no doubt she balances,
In a lovely, special way,
All the beautiful softness,
That prayers seem to say.

And feeding her's a closeness,
A spirit warmth in life,
Nourishing a dimension,
As mother - not a wife.

After we bathe and powder her,
And dress her with a fuss,
We use that perfume,
Jesus scent - Erica to us.

 

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