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May 2017
Heaven called and I answered
My tomorrow being yesterday
I lived my life out
But now I have praise to shout
Don’t cry for me
Don’t say farewell
My hour glass was my expired time
I walk alone
The Chariot a waits
I can’t be late
The Death Angel came to me
Heaven has opened the gates
It’s the blessings being relate
I was hated very much on Earth
It’s best that I am dead
My eternity being my stead
I am in a restful peaceful sleep
My Soul being Heaven to keep
Think of me in the sunrise
My talks being my advice
Living made me wise
It’s a new day in Heaven and it is my slumber being forever.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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