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Upon this morning English barley, corn is born where nothing grew
before.
Hairy goats are tethered only paces from my door.
There's water, wine, and lots of time,
A house, a home, and I remain alive.
There's nuts and grapes and turtles' eggs,
Hammers, nails, and powder kegs and knives.
True, I have been left alone,
No company, all on my own,
No help, no hope, no home, a castaway.
But why count up what I have not,
I should give thanks for what I've got
I prayed for help and help arrived today!
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