GRAND'PAS LITTLE SHOP

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    GRAND'PAS LITTLE SHOP

    his medicine shop
    oldest of all life stores
    has true and unfailing drugs
    they date back far to the date of the first Man and Woman
    his old fashioned therapy and remedies still do valiantly
    King Solomon paid a visit and was wisest
    Methuselah purchased a prescription and lived longest
    Enoch did as well and didn't have to die
    others have been over thankful about the aftermath
    its daily refills is never used up
    serves only the present
    and there's so much to receive at a little price
    usually a price one never looses when paid
    its always open for your visit
    but still has very few visitors


    A visitor enters the shop
    he sees no shelves
    no, not even a counter
    only a small chamber
    an open place
    a bright place with no window and no lamp
    itself, A world
    with no atmosphere but a peaceful breeze.
    With the light like heavens
    brightly colored petals and bright green fields
    visitors heal quick
    a solution that heals from the heart
    a remedy to vain labor, addictions
    depression, heartbreak and sorrow
    a cure to all illness
    giving love and perfect nursery care


    visitors leave this shop
    giving a different testimony
    each is distinguished
    new members of a terrestrial family
    pure, free at last
    from that place they were bound
    vexed greatly to the soul.
    Grand papa is exalted at their change and in joy
    each one proclaims desiring his voice to be heard
    preparing patiently for to stay in eternity
    Soon in grand papa's little shop

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    cheronld commented on GRAND'PAS LITTLE SHOP

    08-24-2010

    The circle of life....what was once old is now new...this proves the wisdom in our ancestors....the stories told as you sit by his knee...the rocking chair going back and forth as tale after tale is recited....talking of the strength and the light leading our path...This proudly shows your faith and conviction....well done...Cher

    kobby

    10/13/2011

    there s always a little shop for some clean up if we are only aware we are a little sickly

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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