Holocaust Survivor's Poem
All the Jews came to yell...
"We made it out of hell!
We are forever freed!"
They gathered around the big oak tree.
They sing songs with voices of joy
and the children played with Jewish toys.
The children made draidels out of clay
and I watches as the children played.
I fell into a deep sleep
and slept on a pillow made of sheep.
I dreamed of running fast
and too bad that didn't last.
This was all a beautiful dream
and I awoke to hot steam.
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