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Jun 9

Poem by Jose Aguilar

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Hope in a dark place.

In my own struggles and darkness

All alone in my prison cell

Without no hope, without no sail

My life was gloomy

But then I meet a beautiful angel in hell

God must have seen I was lonely

I was just a good devil

This beautiful angel

Stretched her wing out

And gave me comfort

Gave me hope in a dark place

God must have heard my prayers

And send me an angel from heaven

To change my evil ways!!!

 

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