Tue, 01/07/2014 - 22:06 -- PLC216


The bell has rung
Our tests are done
Two weeks of joy await me
With family and friends 
My Christmas begins
At home, warmth anticipates me
We play games, eat good food
All in quite the Christmas mood
And are home, 
Far away from things to learn
Do some things that may be shabby
But with family, I am happy
And with them, far from home
I shall never return


Then death comes to December
Christmas Day? I can't remember
For an Angel of The Lord
Left his home of warm and old;
His suffering is done
Salvation, it has come
Now he is home
He could not wait to get there


R.I.P Felipe Rangel, 12/23/13

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