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It was the last room, that she laid in;
Warm to the touch, in that instant;
In within the blink of an eye;
she did flown, fled flied flown;
unto the bosom of Our Lord;

Room full of ceramics, porcelain;
Colored dry walled olden wood laminated floor;
laying down rested, blessed look like she was sleeping;
Like in a family reunion house full of children;
Yet non breath, vessel full of stillness;

It was the last room, that she laid in;

Spirit has left her she has flown;
Cool to the touch now she's been gone;
In within the blink of an eye;
she did flown, fled flied flown;
unto the bosom of Our Lord;
It was the last room, that she laid in;

vessel body flesh dead, body laid still on the floor;
Yet her truest self gone on to be with the Lord;
Cool to the touch now she's been gone;
In within the blink of an eye;

she did flown, fled flied flown;
fly soul fly spirited freed to the sweet by N by;
In within the blink of an eye;
dead to the world, yet alive in spirit;

It was the last room, that she laid in;

laid on the hard wooden vinyl floor  body dead;
It was the last room, that she laid in;
It was the last room, that she laid in;

5/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

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