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FEILDS OF GOLD FROM SHIMMERING TREES 

WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN THATS WHAT I WILL SEE 

THEUNCLOUDED SKY SO BLUE AND PRISTINE 

IS ALL PART OF MY FUTURIZED DREAM 

The glistening stars above in the sky 

Will guide my path as I walk thru the light 

Please remember though it's my future I see 

The one spoke of from the bibles I read, 

What your vision and forethought reveal 

Comes from those who raised you & believed it as real 

Rearing you up and raising you right 

They gave you backbone to withstand the fight 

Forever grateful I stand and observe 

Smiling and giggling, I scoff at the absurd. 

      LORRAINE PETERSON

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