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Mar 2016
a place of refuge that you have
because you suffered until you
like water made a cave to be in
until you at last found release
then learned that all your
treasures were your pain
taken up to the Heaven
where things that are no
longer remain in that blessed
place unchanged and you
can come upon them again
When your God calls you
Home
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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