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I dreamed death came to me one night,
and Heaven's gates flew open wide.
With kindly grace, St. Peter came
and
ushered me inside.
There, to my astonishment, were friends
I had known on Earth.
Some I had labeled as unfit
and some
of little worth.
Indignant words flew to my lips;
Words I could not set free.
For every face showed stunned surprise --
No one expected ME! |
