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Submitted Date 10/04/2018
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I look around me--all is white.

I look again, and forms appear.

They move a slight degree, then stop,

Each group within its weekly sphere.

Where could I be, where do I go?

I'll have to wait and pray and see.

No guarantee of getting what

I want; no forsight what will be.

I look around me--all is right.

I look again, and hope is near.

Assurance from my captain's pen

Lets me step forward, clearer, clear.

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