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DEAD ON ARRIVAL They say dreams foretell the future but I hope that really isn't so, I have many miles to travel and I'm just not ready yet to go. I know my time will be coming and we know not how or when. The good that I can do here on earth is not finished, the day begins again. Just in case God has other plans, I'm trying to take stock of my life. Have I made a difference to anyone? Have I tried hard to end the strife? Should I hear His call to glory and dead on arrival I find myself, I hope someone will remember me in the Book of Life upon His shelf. They say dreams foretell the future but I hope that really isn't so, I have many miles to travel and I'm just not ready yet to go. Countrymom 9/3/09
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