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Poem By Gloria Nicolelli

Shelter of the world
a place where evil dwells Lost and lonely, go for help
only to find HELL! Money by the millions given
to the keepers. Only produces, misery, despair
and "Homeless Weepers!" There is shelter, where one may go
It is above, and not below Under the pinions of his wings,
Peace, prosperity He does bring. He makes the "Way" to get you out
He turns your life round about Go to "HIS" shelter
The shelter of life And not the world's
Shelter of strife!

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