My Dream
My Dream
Last night I had a dream. I died and went to heaven.
St. Peter met me at the door. He got the book to
read my life and as he read, he shook his head and
said - I'm sorry I can not let you in.
It says here, that while you were on Earth, you smoke
drank wine and whiskey too. you did a lot of things that
a good woman shouldn't do.
Feeling very sad I turned and started to walk away.
Then I heard him say - OH; wait, come back here. He
told the angel there besides him - take her in and treat
her well - she worked for that awful companny, she had
her share of HELL...
10/28/2013
Written by Lucilla
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013
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