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Apr 2013
When I think of  life , I think of the dead,
when I think of black, I think shades of white,
when I think of good, I think of evil,
when I think of  dark , I think of morning light.

When I think of  tears, I think of a smile,
when I think of  love, I think of human hate,
when I think of  work, I think of play,
when I think of  hell, I think of heavens gate.

When I think of God, I think of God.
Wilna Mae Langley
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