A Quick Trip

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Packed my suitcase,

grabbed a bag,

donned my coat,

said "goodbye,"

—you'd have never

heard a word.


Hit the doorway,

met with God,

told Him "Sorry,"

grabbed the knob

—wish I'd never

felt the tug.


At the threshold,

eyes affixed,

screamin' gut

(wouldn't quit),

—He would never

let me go.


Hand was shakin',

head had dipped,

feet had turned,

heart was ripped,

—but I had to

take a step.


You would never,

I had never,

He would never,

—so I didn't.



So I didn't.

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