The Game Is Afoot God's buried eight jewels within my soul.L... - Beryl Dov

"The Game Is Afoot God's buried eight jewels within my soul.Life's game is,'Remove each gem, yet find me whole.'The clue is,"Eight is one, and one is eight,no jewel's more precious,all equally great."

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