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The five mysteries of the gospel part two, corrections to part two, made
#2 B The Supremacy of Christ/ Col 1:17-23 cont. things He may have the preeminence. For it pleased the Father that in Him all fullness should dwell, and by Him to reconcile all things to Himself, by Him, whether things on earth or things in heaven, having made peace through the blood of His cross....

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Categories: corrections, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
Make Comments, Corrections and Criticisms
You can always give me some corrections and comments and criticism. My three C's if you please while I skinned my knees. When I sent God my Letter, He gave me a great sweater; Did become better and better; Until we had stormy weather. While at church should stay and pray; So do have a delightful happy day; We never will suffer from dismay; My...

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Categories: corrections, adventure, analogy,
Form: Ballad



Corrections Department
They are the most Smoothly ungracious Thief of time Those gray walls That steal the Only thing that I have left How long to go To hold on the longing And how many times Can the song bird In my chest Forget to sing And still be there To see again the Yellow of dawn Brown uniforms, and blue shirts Blue suits, and brown days The thinnest slice Of fate separates Us from...

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Categories: corrections, life, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Corrections Needed
Small insights You feel flat, Your head is mashed, Squashed, your thoughts Are by shadows hand Clearly invisible, you love Not me, I am to clear- Ly wrong for love...

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Categories: corrections, love,
Form: Bio
Midnite Shift At Florida Dept of Corrections
EVERY NIGHT BEHIND THE WALL, WE TAKE OUR POSTS ONE AND ALL. WE CHECK EQUIPMENT & COUNT THE MEDS, WATCH THE INMATES IN THEIR BEDS. WE MAKE OUR ROUNDS TO CHECK AND SEE, IF WE CAN FIND DISCREPANCY. WE COUNT THE INMATES WHILE MAKING A ROUND. LISTENING FOR ANY STRANGE SOUND. WHEN IT IS TIME, WE CALL IN THE COUNT. THAT IS WHAT IT’S...

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Categories: corrections, worknight, night,
Form: Rhyme



Every Night At Dept of Corrections
EVERY NIGHT WE COME INSIDE THE FENCE. THEY SEARCH OUR BAGS ON THE WAY IN. WE DO THE JOB THAT MANY FEAR, BUT EVERYNIGHT WE’RE ALWAYS HERE. WE WATCH THE INMATES AND THE CONS, WE WATCH THEM FROM MIDNITE TIL DAWN. WE LOVE TO SEE THE RISING SUN, IT TELLS US OUR SHIFT IS ALMOST DONE. SOME THE NIGHTS ROLL RIGHT ALONG, SOMETIMES...

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Categories: corrections, worklove,
Form: Rhyme

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