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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 4                                                                                                               page-276 Weir water Black and green, lay grave and hard faced Like a cold mirror A glimpse of eucalypt and still waters Hands glide like insects over its surface Yet the reflected eyes are glassy and cold the pebbles sway and sleep An invalid face haunts me The weir is so deep.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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