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                                                "Prizes Worth"
Prizes worth,
My possession's girth,
And more'n'more,
Hath since my birth,
Will gag me for eternity,
With claws as sharp as the morning seas,
The lights rebounding off of,
Prizes worth,
My possession's girth,
That prize awaits my destiny,
With truths I do not wish to see,
I am sinner,
Deeply in need,
A beggar,
Who lives upon the streets,
Prizes worth,
My possession's girth,
And all of such around me,
When in great, and wide sea,
His grace envelopes me,
And I know,
Oh Lord God thee,
My prize is...
The Almighty.

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