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2006-04-17 - 10:31 a.m.
For the first time in a very long time, I have written a poem. It's not a great one, but it is one. When I die, it will be Easter time. The sky will be a cloudless, open dome Magnolia will be flowering in the park With daffodils that mutely call, "Come home!" I'll leap into the water to see Jesus And I'll smell breakfast cooking on the shore And I'll hear crying, laughing, shouting, singing, And Aslan's roar.
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