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Spiritualist Not For the Contest

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 in my defense it can't be taught nor bought My natural antithesis is obsolete I am an ounce of water in a field of wheat spirits CAN intervene, & though I'm far from green now that I'm old, I'm even closer to their realm .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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Date: 10/5/2018 3:25:00 AM
This is absolutely beautiful...
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Date: 10/3/2018 5:05:00 AM
Sad, painful, deeply moving and full of hope, as well. Beautiful poem.
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Date: 10/2/2018 4:39:00 PM
All dust in the wind seen from a different perspective with no authoritative judge just a sense of love. Aloha! Rico
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Date: 10/2/2018 2:57:00 PM
ohh pixie, this is a wonderful revelation.. some things cannot be explained... can you revise a bit for the contest ?.. really a winning material.. huggs
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