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I Made The Heavenly Choir

I dreamed I died and went to God
Who looked upon my slate,
And saw what good and bad I’d done
And then announced my fate.

Now, me, I thought my goose was cooked,
I figured on the fire;
Imagine how surprised I was,
He said, “You’ve made the choir!”

Though quite relieved, I worried some,
I knew how bad I sang;
Though try I might to hit some notes,
I wasn’t worth a dang.

But, what the heck, how pleased I was
To fare the judgment well,
Until I came to my domain…
“Choir Director’s Hell.”

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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