Some days its easy to read,and to write,as an unlettered man,words
soon take to flight,the short ones i spell;i know them quite well,
the long ones aware my spellings unclear,actions may speak where
longs can creep,or sleep these two words are always ready,yes,or
a no,one is a bridge,the other a chasm,the deeper the slope the
more one will squirm,so easy to slip,a bridge is a walkover one
way or another,and life is a span have my crossing gone well,
a chasm can keep like hell its so deep,will make one weep,its not short its for eternity's keep,heaven's a call paradise is for all,
only when GOD DO CALL,hope my bridge is not a fall.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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