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    it

    just sitting around with nothing to do
    how i got here i had not a clue
    all my daily work had been done
    nothing around me looked much like fun
    so as i sit i collected some thoughts
    it was getting real depressing the one that i fought
    it kept telling me theres no life after death
    theres nothing at the end when you take your last breath
    it was very dis hearting and it sounded so sure
    it also said for me that there was no cure
    i was getting very tired and feeling real low
    then comes another thought of something i know
    i remembered when i called on the Lord one day
    how he reached down and touched this miserable clay
    he opened my eyes and caused me to see
    there was something there talking to me
    i know for sure now that its message was real
    though i never saw it,its results i could feel
    the same it is talking to others and has been since time
    just as sure as i know that thought was not mine
    there is no way to prove the after life
    but it is still there cuasing us strife
    he tells us after this life ends eternity begins
    and only He can forgive us our sins
    is there an eternity for your life and mine
    believe he,or ask it,thats been around for such a long long time.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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