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** This poem is in memory of Caleb, the 16 year old who got killed after he accidentaly went into his neighbor's house thinking it was his house and his neighbor thought it was an intruder and shot and killed him.

Caleb spreads his wings out in Heaven.

Flying high with every beat he raps,

 But at night he will fly back down.

As he plays sports with the other angels.

By shooting hoops,

Running into the heart of God in his game of football,

And hitting everyone on Earth and in Heaven with a ball filled with his love.

No need to ring a bell to singal him being an angel.

For he always was one.

For his smile always helped him fly with love and helped fill people's hearts with happiness and peace.