Poetry

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Just want to be the original me,I see,is that why
GOD,created me,and thee,we are the people that HE,
do see,know am not like a very big tree,dont feel
like a branch,or bough,but a tiny leaf with it's
own shape,like all of the rest we all share the same fate,come autumn weather whenever,down to the ground strewn all around,then the tree is bare of
its leafy hair,until they grow again for another
year,old tree new leaves,again will wear,our GOD,
of life HE'S always here,new life from GOD who's
always there,new life do follow year,on year,old
life dont worry you're in GOD'S CARE,not just for now but forever more.
Joe.

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