GUESS WHAT! YOUR GIRL WAS GOING THROUGH SOME OF HER OLD PAPERS AND FOUND MORE AND MORE OF HER WRITINGS! This is another Christmas poem.....
Foul, stinking Death, I hate you--go away!
I will not let you take me , know or ever--
I'll light my nights as bright as noontime day--
I will not die--instead, I'll live forever!
O God, if you are there, slay death for me,
Who lingers in the shadow of my shoulder
Just out of view, where I can barely see--
Crafty, plotting, planning, daily boulder
O God, it's time--to arms! Take up the fight
And range your hosts across the hell-black sky--
Advance, attack in force, meet might with might--
Deal death to Death----yes, Death himself must die!
A cold and silent knight, a mother's sigh
The victory of a newborn baby's cry!
(SHE ALSO FOUND MORE OF HER MUSICAL COMPOSITIONS, BUT THEY CAN"T BE TRANSFERD TO THE COMPUTER.)
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