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Feb 24
The promise land is calling
But I can’t help falling
The land of beauty
The land of hope
Im high on sunshine
So why am I swinging
From the end of this rope.
A spinning world
I need to depart
The promise land is calling
Is death really a new start.
Is there life after death
Im not sure
I don’t care
Paradise is freedom
from to much despair.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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     Abbott J Hardison
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