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May 2014
7am
I sit outside in the cold, feeling the air wake up my skin.
I see three deer and think of Corky. I hope to see her again,

Although I am in nature, away from the city’s cars,
I can still hear one from afar.

I also hear several bird calls. One says “wee weee!”
While another answers with “cheep cheep” and another “tweet!”

I pray I will be spiritually ready to hear the messages,
Hmmm, I hope at breakfast there’ll be sausages.
My first poem [composed on January 21, 2012]
This poem was written the morning of the day that would change my life forever; the day in which God asked me to leave the church I had been a part of for almost two years, a church that I was truly devoted to. That day was the beginning of the most anxious times in my life. It was the pain from leaving that church that drove my desire to express myself through poetry.
Will Rogers III
Written by
Will Rogers III  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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