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Poem written 07/10/2012


Submitted:Jul 10, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


High on a mountain

down in a valley

Right on a boulevard

or tin pan alley.

Middle of the Earth

or on the equator

Center of our heart

come sooner or later.

Fell in to Hell

while flying to Heaven

If all is well

be there at seven.

After seven comes eleven

knocking on Heaven's door

Please let us in

We won't sin any more.

Up in the sky

down under the sea

Home with a view

on any old street.

Running on hot rocks

walking in cool grasses

Eating from broken crocks

drinking from cracked glasses.

Behind I am second

ahead you are first

Sun's hot they reckon

We're dying of thirst.

The air is dry

no rain as yet

Pray before we die

to drink something wet.

Fell in to Hell

while flying to Heaven

If all is well

be there at seven.

After seven comes eleven

knocking on Heaven's door

Please let us in

We won't sin any more.

Up in the sky

down under the sea

Home with a view

on any old street.





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