Poetry

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We tend to see whats lies apon the flesh....
the soul is inside so how can we see....
God has taken the sight of the unfornate....
But he has endowed them with eyes in the ears....
Trying closing your eyes maybe youll see a little clearer....
some are not bless with a voice but he has strengthen their hands
so that they may be swift....
trying closing our mouth maybe we can understand....get a stronger grip
He create him,born as deaf,ears which cannot hear
God plays music in his mind
Trying closing our ears maybe we can write medlodayic poetry(a classical Composer did it)
The crooked limps with a swagger walk....
Maybe his life has nothing but pain and strife in his heart....
We all need advice...sometimes....
We should all pull up your pants.....sometimes....
So we wont fall or trip....
Pick up the wieghts it not that heavy....
We'll might get alot further....
So how do we truly know if he is truly corooked....
Have you seen the wears of his shoes....
Miles he had to walk....
The dirt stains on his sleeves....
The tears he has lost....
emotion he cant retain...
Family he has left....
Friends that left him....
Hes was a lil Five five-to short-to little-to young to fly
the Lord knows whats going on inside...yes he does
seeking out the soor and down he will reach out say....
"complexity of the soul,from dust he has came,he is complete,what a beatiful thing...."
Hes was a lil Five five-to short-to little-to young-with jeus as his guidince
now he will learn how to fly....

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