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Grace of An Angle,

The keeper of god’s love. Being an Angel in the sky. Watching you and I. Sitting there on your cloud, Playing cards, and hanging around. Playing your harp. Singing a song. Hoping humans come along. God says “ Angel go to earth, go find the person who spoke first Bring him here bring him to me, This is your mission you see. “ “Yes my lord.” The angel as gone to find the first person, Who sang this song. Amazing Grace, that super song. Go find john, go find him, and bring along, We need to know how he, sung that song. The slaves that have long gone, The ships that carried this beautiful song, Oh my gosh were as John gone? He can’t go far, the planets so small, Why his he not standing tall? The tune for that song he did not create, It was hummed by his cargo A, dark mass of slaves in a horrid state. John must of thought this was bad, and it made him so very sad .

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Date: 5/21/2014 1:43:00 PM
nice poem well done and welcome to poetry soup
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Gary Phoenix
Date: 7/12/2019 3:05:00 PM
Hello like to chat ?
Date: 12/13/2013 1:35:00 PM
- A enjoyable poem to read Gary ...... I can be allowed to play on the harp :))) - Well done ! - Have a great weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Gary Phoenix
Date: 7/12/2019 3:06:00 PM
Hi you still around

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