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MAMA'S GOD : RHYME 95

Mama's God is not Hindu or Christian,
Nor Muslim, Sikh, of any other religion;
Mama's God is made of humanity,
A true human is her Almighty. 

Mama's God lives not in a shrine --
Any temple, mosque or church buildin';
Mama's God lives in each human --
A child, an old, a beģgar, or a poor man.

Mama's God teaches her not violence,
Intolerance, hatred, bigotry or biases;
Mama's God teaches her love, justice,
Truth, honesty, kindness and peace.

Mama's God stalls not mind or muscle,
Nor makes her fatalistic and idle;
Mama's God feeds her, grows her, 
Gives her strength to live with cheer, forever. 

- N P SAMAL 

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  1. dabiwaas30 October 2022 at 20:58

    대부분의 딜러는 귀하의 메시지를 읽고 의사 소통을 위해 구두로 이야기합니다. 보안은 플레이어가 온라인 카지노를 걱정하는 원인 중 하나입니다. 하지만 사업 등록이 되어 있고 규제를 받는 카지노에서 게임을 즐긴다면 전혀 문제 없습니다. 자리를 확실히 잡은 카지노 업체는 주기적으로 독립적인 제 3자 테스팅 업체에서 소프트웨어를 점검합니다. 이 때 RNG가 공정하게 기능을 다하고 있으며 게임에 치우친 결과를 주지 않는지 확인하게 카지노 사이트 추천 됩니다. 안전한사이트 여러곳을 이용 하는것이야 말로 가장 안전하다고 할수있습니다.

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