As You Believe So You Can Achieve

Believe you are Able, then you Cain do anything Ably.
Believe you are Intelligent, then you will think Logically.
Believe you have Potential, then you will Succeed.
Believe you are Fair, so you will act Justly in Need.

Believe you are Kind and treat others with Respect.
Believe you are Unique and accept yourself as you are though not Perfect.
Believe you are God’s child and pay no heed to self-righteous hypocrites.
Believe in the Lord and accept Salvation rites.

Believe that Christ died for you; realise ill intentioned are those proclaiming perfection.
Believe that it is Acceptable to make some and if you do, learn from them no to mention.

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Dreams and Aspirations

Oh, to dream...

How boring and even benign would life be
without the ability to dream and ability of foreseeability.

Oh, how inspiring are aspirations…

The future is unbeknown and man caught in an eternal present
plans in a furtive event for the future when the future never happens
as we live in an eternal now, inescapblebound to this existence,
sharing a bond with the past, yet how noble planning regardless for the future,
aspiring to greater heights in defiance and ostensible ignorance
of the ever turning wheel of fortune.

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A Time To Feel Forlorn and Reconstruct What's Torn

There's a designated time in the universe for everything:

A time to limit, a time to expand.
A time to rise, time to lower and lend a hand.

A time to maintain, a time to abandon.
A time to develop, a time to rest at random.

A time to communicate, a time for silence.
A time to kiss your enemy, a time to concede wins.

A time to spite, a time to please.
A time for respite, a time to tease.

A time to process, a time to confess.
A time to do more. A time to do less.

A time to dominate. A time to captivate.
A time to plunge. A time to resurface straight.

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What was taught fought with that wrought to sought

Democratic leaders work to keep voters rites fired up over a fiery election right
and forgive them, instead of seeking revenge, knowing not to fight
policy overly simplistic at times less inspiring works sung
in teaching respect for authority while children are still young.

God will be there to comfort you and work within the soul of your beloved child.
Men of this world do not desire righteous woman or those meek and mild.
This world seeks and does work to destroy that purity,
because of our mental, moral putrid disunity.

God taught us how to rear taken children, how to take care of bereft,
and how to have courage to fight the good fight of faith then left.
Ability to fight illness by eating teaching and community hospitals ere
help support our continuing work by being wrought with sought that ought here.

Private, liberal arts institution affiliated with the church
and dedicated to preparing students for taking the lurch
to solve problems with recognition, emphasize how God works in vision,
constantly seeking a consistently faithful position.

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Talking China Doll Dreams of Merry Go Round, Playground & Fairy Stage

Fair fairy tales would be perfect for putting child to bed,
inciting images of speedy spinner merry-go-round or swings instesad,
for once ignoring the bare wood or carpet
which level inner sides of the house to let.

Listen to talking over obscure passage abiss
that drops as the gentle rain from heaven's bliss
of the midwinter's nightmarish dream,
that most fairies piece together in writing a reem.

Legendary voices appear as light, flexible and round ales
who are drunk upon observing intoxicating illustrations to fairy tales.
For the poet, without talking about it.
is being there were gone except for royal wit.

However under fairy tales of old bloat
the wizard encounters the talking scape goat.
Metamorphosis of stork to love is unlike modern fairy tale
of wolves abd talking animals where imginative realms fail.

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