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Created on: February 09, 2010
The older we get the more loved ones we lose
We miss them, they all were so dear
It’s a time for our minds to start wondering
What happens to us once we’re not here?
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I used to be the world’s worst sceptic
Of life after death and such things
But of late I’ve been thinking quite seriously
About whether I’ll get my wings
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Not in a religious sense understand
More a set of wings allowing flight
From the life that is our test on this world
To ensure that we all learn what’s right
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I watch Colin Fry and John Edward
And wonder at the messages passed on
How are they so personal, so accurate
Cold reading is rarely spot on
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So I’m going to read more about it
And see if I can make sense of it all
Maybe I’ll be just a little prepared
When I finally get my call...
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