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#WritcoPoemPrompt13
Filtering rays of sunshine,
Brighten up my day,
My heart swells with hope and pride,
Keen for the glories coming my way...
I shall sing hallelujah all the way
My soul and spirit love to dwell
I'll cross the bridge
I'll go up yonder
© oladecious

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