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MY TRADITIONS

Under a tree, everyone is in a plea, Offering sacrifices, meat in pieces, Blood from a goat, float can a boat This is my tradition no addition or subtraction A prayer conducted by a man, from a clan, This was always a plan, of a three day span, To notify God of the odd This is my tradition no addition or subtraction It could rain if that was the claim Sanctification if that was the complication Happiness show, peace flow This is my tradition no addition or subtraction

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