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By Jack Joseph Smith
Strange, very foreign, as far as is to close
Inland larger than life, perhaps a kind of
lake, if you have ever been around one,
A Lovely
of Spirit
always speaking, never of herself
Belonging to way up there
Though given away some how
She got to be set beneath
Almost a ghost between places
Eminating as a saint, As with
wonder on the other side
We have to understand however,
that during the end for her,
there will be no counting of steps
up and down PLACES unwanted
She will be counted as all things....
No Matter where
the best in her life stands
AND watches