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CREDO by GLEN BAKER

First Line: SEASONAL CHANGE IS ON THE LAND
Last Line: THOSE THINGS I THOUGHT WERE TRUE!
Seasonal change is on the land,
The trees stand bare of leaves;
And crows fly over the brown fields
Where once we bound the sheaves;
Yet you will find no change in me,
The man that you once knew --
Excepting I am surer of
Those things I thought were true!



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