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A Local Promise

I once had a deep secret

Only told it to friend

Who told it to to whoever

Whose honor felt free to bend

Does not prayer expand in vow??

'Tis Sunday morn, 'surely then?'

Local honor whispers, 'I promise,'

I'm sure, as I heard 'Amen'

By Lou1216

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