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Tattered times of joys are on recess;
Developing status well unkempt;
Got no job yet I'm still blessed;
Got a terminal illness and I'm still blessed;
Got no family yet I'm still blessed;
No place to call home yet I'm still blessed;
No money nothing or not much to eat;
No backpack no broom nothing to sweep;
But alas as a bird God shall not let die;
What more am I whom shall I;
I AM STILL BLESSED
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
James Edward Lee Sr.