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by Jennifer Reeser


No mystical sixth sense do I possess.
I hardly handle normal senses well.
No vision have I ever had of Hell.
Jesus does not drop in at my address.
My life has been one life — no more, no less,
none from the past I could revive to tell.
I have no voodoo, could not cast a spell
to save said life, in time of great distress.

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