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God, Called Them HomeGod, called them home On that cold January night, He gave those individuals wings So they could take flight. They were greeted by the Angels And wrapped with loving care, While the familes were left In anger and despair. For three long torturing hours The families thought, they were alive, Than the "miracle" was turned around When they found only one, survived. Copyright Cynthia Jones Jan.4/2006 My heart grieves for those familes in West Virginia. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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