The man sneezed
With a scream to awaken
The dead,
His hands wet with storm
From wiping
His mouth: Jesus stood by me,
I suspected,
Firm in my girded guess. Jesus stood by me. very fine poems you write, i have read by now quite a few. thank oyu dear poet. tony
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The man sneezed With a scream to awaken The dead, His hands wet with storm From wiping His mouth: Jesus stood by me, I suspected, Firm in my girded guess. Jesus stood by me. very fine poems you write, i have read by now quite a few. thank oyu dear poet. tony