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A pew for you...

Tucked behind an old oak tree
was the littlest church
I ever did see...
Surrounded by wild, wild flowers
was this little church
with just two pews
one for you
and one for me...
Its shell of a body
had gone unused for many a-year
now all you got
was little animals running around
living together without fear...
I sat with the tranquility it beheld
enjoying the silence
the 'Man' upstairs...and me
This little church
held so much love
that even the 'Man' upstairs
called his Angels from above...
This little church
was not so little anymore
for the 'Man' upstairs
had opened up
the once closed door...



By mizclaws

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