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I have crossed the Promise Land
And I spoke to the Lord at grand
Whether he was my Messiah, or just a temp at hand
He told me to hell I was damned
So I grabbed my hell red rain coat
And traveled to where the plants doth grow
I hopped a train, and listened to the symphony of melting snow
I entered the door and it wasn't hot, rather, like you it was cold
This poem was written by Maggie Harrigan on Apr 28, 2008.
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