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This Gift

These are not my words

They’re only spoken to  me

In  my mind

By G-d Himself

He’s the poet that is

Within me

I was young when He chose me

I didn’t ask for this gift

But He knew I wanted to be free

Of the mores of this time

So, it was given to be a way out

And I thank Him for this gift

A hundred-fold

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