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By Mary Wacaster
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Peter, if you love me,
My little lambs must you
feed,
For unto you have I
given
That which they need.
You must open up the
door
Through which they must
go
To the fields
everlasting
That you must now sow.
Sow bountifully for the
fullness
Of the time of harvest,
For the gathering of the
bounty
Brings gratitude and
rest.
