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Aug 12
Cover Me
When the storms are raging.
And the winds are howling.
And we are being tossed too and fro.
We need cover.
So we reach out to our Master.
As we say.
Cover Me.
Cover Me.
Under your Shelter.
Written by
Laura
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     The Gray Wolf, ap, Darla Haven and girlinflames
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