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Dec 2014
There hangs a cross
in my room,
of wire, shoe polish,
and of you.

A heavenly sign
sent from above,
it brought life and
it brought love.

There hangs a cross
in my room,
of wire, shoe polish,
and of you.

An ungodly sign
with a history of blood
that now brings death and
now brings a grudge.
Corlene Beukes
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Corlene Beukes  I am only learning.
(I am only learning.)   
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