Title: Calling You Home Writer: Angelica Koepl

Competent of the situation, he questions the LORD. Why ME my LORD, For I have done nothing wrong. Of course not, the Lord replies, I have chosen you to help others later down the road, Just like I have for polio and the common cold. Everyone has a purpose, like Benjamin Franklin and the notorious key, the only difference between he and you is you are here with the soul purpose to aid in helping ME. Doctors are on the brink of discovery of getting everyone with this disease and finally set them FREE. With you the tune of the beer barrel polka bellowed on the organ and stories of the band were told over and over again. You slowly forgot name by name, that is how I reduce fuel and lower the flame. The flame of life and a fruitful one at that, Now my son I call you home, Hurry up gosh darn it, Youre the next one up to bat!

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