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Submitted:May 20, 2011    Reads: 35    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Cloud under my feet.

Floating air seems a treat.

Cloud Heaven universe.

To most it's perverse.

GOD, sitting upon a cloud.

Judgment of a Holy shroud.

Jesus words are a song.

What is time, not for long.

2011 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES





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