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I beg to differ on your point of view 
when spirits want to talk, they don't ask you 
they enter only hearts with portal gape 
and no I don't permit, recorder -tapes

She was a mother in the throw of grief 
her 4 year old had died  of cancer.. brief !
he spake in silence, two eyes of jewel rocks  
"my fuzzy slippers mom, are in the toy box" 

She pried the solid doors of unbelief 
for he was a child of miracles not grief 
before she left, I felt a whoosh beneath my nose 
in askance she was prompt to swift disclose , 

He was too small for respirator masks  
the doctor wafted close, it did the task 
Is mediumship a gift of God or not? 
in my defense it can't be taught nor bought  

My natural antithesis is obsolete 
I am an ounce of water in a field of wheat 
spirits CAN intervene, & though I'm far from green
now that I'm old, I'm even closer to their realm . 


October 2, 2018

Not for the contest, 
as I have gone over my limited lines of 16  
 for your enjoyment only..

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