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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required > I do not know if this qualifies as poetry. I take my ideas from the news, or what happens in life around me. I hope you don't mind. My good news is I do not have cancer now, and it's only just beginning to sink in. I wonder why I survived and not my younger sister. I would have given my life for her. Sadly He does not do deals either. does He? I made a deal with Satan. It's time to sleep. It's time to sleep, to rest my head. Upright on my frame adjusted bed. Head held up, feet protected too. Bet you wonder what I do? Just pumping up my pressure mattress now. Gives me back relief, somehow. Air goes in air comes out. Like that referendum, that's about. Tonight I think, I must asleep. My cancer it has gone. Hospital did peep. Inside of me with a CT scan. They said, I'm clean, yes Stan the man. No cancer rests inside of me. None of it could they see. I guess now I am fit and well. Satan will call me now to hell. You see, I made him a deal. Was not hard to do. If he sent all innocents to heaven. I'd pay with my life, it's true. Then when I'm lodging, deep up there. As hell is not here anywhere! I'll sort hell out, that's what I'd do. Be soon, like heaven. I'm telling you. No terrorists will reside there. I'll work that out, I don't care. I'll get them to clean the furnace there. Shut them all in no doubt. Oh no, I won't let them out. I'll rake their ashes finally out. Scatter them, I will. Not on land,will they fall. But sink in the oceans deep, they will all. Then, heaven and hell will be okay. Oh! Did I forget to say. The other pact I made with Satan was, for me to come back to earth! Fighting fit, Armour on, ready to send all terrorists, right where they belong. I've made a deal with Satan, and soon all terrorists will be gone. Of course I would like to go to heaven when He calls But I wonder if I could really tolerate that floral dance of Sir Terry's for eternity. I have not really made a pact with the devil, honest, I would not know how. And it would take a far cleverer person than me to pull the wool over Satan's eyes. After all he is supposed to know everybody's bad points, isn't he? Have a nice day everyone. I did and as i said, the reality is just sinking in. (The mad author)<
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