...thank all the boys, for preserving as many as possible, including myself. Your 'love', was as sweet as any 'honey', preserving the 'locust', we ate, in the 'wild valley'. May the 'mountain', continue to move, with all the 'mustard seed', as your faithfulness. Though it may have seemed bitter, the 'sweet' was noticed by those that see & hear. Long live, thee!
