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Long prior, a young fellow, was perched over a bluff 
Gazing at the sea, in a bright Oregon town 
He sees hanging low, CLOUDS coming soon 
All of a sudden, from the sky, a falling quill, shows up next to him 

The young fellow gets up, and strolls forward, for greater CLARITY 
Concealed, behind a curve, on the precipice's side 
As the waves are breaking tenderly, on the frothy shoreline 
Out of the blue, from the sky, a falling quill, shows up next to him 

An icy breeze, substantial, with a salty fog shows up 
Brushes over and around him, with a delicate breeze CHALLENGE 
As he ran his ghost fingers tenderly, through his delicate hair 
Sudden there swooped, a falling quill, shows up next to him 

As he plummets the precarious sand and wood stairs 
To the coaxing, shoreline, beneath 
The young fellow, looks upward, into the sky 
In an unexpected flash, a heavenly attendant, shows up next to him 

The young fellow, now an old man 
Did not recollect that, anything, simply just the vision, he viewed 
His soul will always remember that snapshot 
Of glimmering hues, daylight beams and quills 

The old man will recall forget, that supernatural portrait 
Of the Angel he met -- Amid MY LIFE'S Trip!

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