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The Concrete Poet
Poems
Jun 2019
I will die under the bluest of skies
When I leave God's masterpiece of creation.
I assert that there will not be not one cloud in the sky.
Not one door that I need to open on my stairway up to heaven.
Jesus will be waiting in the bluest of skies for me.
Arms wide open,
whispering to me.....
' I know that life was hard for you son ' !
'But ---- '
' Welcome David....its now time to put all of your trepidation behind '.
' You are finally here ' !!!
' And here is where you were always meant to be '.
written by me... ..
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