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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The name I love
Above any other
Is the name God gave me,
Call me Mother
Psalms 127:3
"Behold, children are a gift of
The Lord:
The fruit of the womb is a
Reward."
--Anonymous Campus Mother
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This is our submisssion to The Commuter this week. "Anonymous" guest auther is Whitney's mom. Kind of timely given what day is coming up this Sunday.
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