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One day after I spoke to the Homeless at Pottors House on Hastings Street this man gave me this poam he said that he wrote.
A HEAVENLY DREAM
I dreamed of a place without one single care
A life lived in harmony, is what I seen there
Not a grassy meadow, but a forest I see
Animals everywhere and a creek just for me
When a man in a robe walked right up to me
And smiled saying nothing, is what I did see
He said I have been waiting, my son just for you
And patiently watching every thing that you do
Now you are with me, your journey’s all done
And your new life in heaven has finally begun.