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Clouds Of Rapture - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Cloud under my feet.
Floating air seems a treat.
Cloud Heaven universe.
To most it's perverse.
GOD, sitting upon a cloud.
Judgment of a Holy shroud.
Jesus words are a song.
What is time, not for long.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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