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Cold To the Touch

When the paramedics Arrived and entered the house On Christmas eve night they saw a poor old man with long wavy gray hair Wearing a black and red checkered shirt and corduroy pants With a gold chain attached to the loop of his belt securing his wallet to his back pocket. He was Slumped over sitting on his chair his glasses fell to the floor He was clutching a bible in his hands We tried everything humanly possible to revive the old man but we were unable to find any vital signs he was cold to the touch not even a breath or a heartbeat could be heard, on that holy night. we wrapped him up in sheets and transported him to the morgue where we laid him to rest with his bible on his chest.

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Date: 8/17/2022 2:49:00 AM
May thoughts of God be in our hearts too, whenever we cross over
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