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The Valley Of Pain
We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. We don't enter because of desire Eden's garden; its beauty so magnificent, The valley of pain is bleak and lonely, In pain's valley, no restaurants exist. There are no banks in the valley of pain, Pain's valley in not a poor man's haven; Bitter anguish is experienced in this valley, When we enter the valley of pain, When we enter the valley of pain, When we enter the valley of pain We must find our own secret hideaway Saundra L. Washington is the author of two coffee table books: "Negative Disturbances, Homilies that Teach," and the book from which this poem is taken, "Room Beneath the Snow, Poems that Preach." She can be contacted at: http://www.clergyservices4u.org
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