vacation in paradise
When I travel on, to what's next.
After laying my body, down to finally rest.
Don't be sad. For I am not forever gone.
I'm just on vacation, not accepting phone calls.
When it's your turn, to enter paradise.
I'll be there to greet you, with arms held opened wide.
Copyright © Chelci Biggs | Year Posted 2018
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