Poetry

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If i'm in the mood to write,in the morning,noon,
or night,time do not seem to matter then,i can
take up my writing pen,the words or thoughts i
think of then,dont know where,and dont know when,
is there something that i am,that is inside of every man,our soul,and body,and brain as well,
these precious gifts GOD,gives to man,wonder how
long GOD,thought of this,since time is HIS,we can
but guess,am glad am here to wonder all this,
until time is over for the me that is,can only hope our GOD,will be creator of all things we see,
and saviour of all humans we,our body is our vehicle then,our soul we know GOD,calls again,
unites both of them on resurrection day,
to live with him in heaven forever.
Joe.

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