Too lots
these lights. Bats
can’t do their gnat trick
bit. Too course
these foods, too bruised
the fruit, blacked the view
Too fierce these fueds
Too true: all sinned,
too sinned, all, and sinning—
too new, too broke too lost this you
too hellbent on winning. Too under the age
too slave

too pain too full

O Lord

Too tired the workers
worked the harvesters
and too few

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