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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 1                                                                                                                 page-16 BEHIND THE LACE CURTAINS Behind the lace curtains an old lady sat Her bright brown eyes were wise and warm Her silver hair was soft and greyed... Her tattered dress was old and frayed... Her nose was rosey, her cheeks were plump and bold On her finger there's a diamond In her heart there is gold She watches the people walk the streets Her thoughts are mixed with visions of peace Content she watches her mind is certain That she will not be seen behind the lace curtain.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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