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Cousin May
I tell St. Peter at the gate,
one of my major regrets is still not atoned.
Now’s the time to make right.
May’s stumble and fall onto the dirt road,
for two children in a car watching through the window,
became banana peel hilarity.
For the adults present and close,
a great cause for concern, of the bloody nose,
staunched by only the greatest effort.
Within a few months, her angel escorts left with her,
never to let her fall again.
She stepped into eternity,
not ever having said an unpleasant word to any,
nor leveling any accusations to them.
Although she did not learn of our transgression,
I must tell her I'm sorry.
This shall be my testimony
to the spiritual evolution of my soul
from one end of my life to the other.
I ask St. Peter at the gate
to please entreat her to come meet me.
Now’s the time to make it right.
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