What it says in Genesis about the Trees in the middle of the Garden .
I didn't write what was here on this page previously . Some one is playing a very dangerous game with this computer .
Poem for the sons and daughters ...
We are humbled and guilty for every crumb we take of poor mans' bread or the rare cake Pound or pence money or sense No man lives' free in a world gone awry Money is not freedom and counting takes time Be not the beggar or the thief Your' talents are enough with God at your' side .
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