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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2                                                                                                                 page-90 FADED POETRY My poetry's fading As my mind grows old My hard worked portraits Are turning to mould Most of my elders Are dying or dead However i sit and wrinkle In a hospital bed My memories dim In a bright lit room And darker they dim Leaving an empty gloom I wish I was young With the things that I love But now I am waiting For the voice from above I'm scared... My poetry's fading My mind has grown old My hard worked portraits Have turned to mould.      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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