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Oct 2015
One day,
A sad day,
I was walking home.
I heard a voice,
My fathers voice.
He said,
"Dear, You've been through enough of Hell,
Let us go home,"
And he walked me through the pearly gates.
The gates of Heaven.
Lisa Batchelor
Written by
Lisa Batchelor  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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