I did not get up until nine
And I went to bed at eleven,
I duly am now feeling fine
After dreams of my heaven -
Celestial Angels so in flight
Soaring with a Godly might,
Wishes beyond our compare
Can be granted high up there.
Often I am so hag-ridden,
I accept my suffering fate
And I've already forgiven
My mind for this I do hate.
My heaven/hell I can relate
Remembering when I wake.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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