Poetry

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The thoughts that come one, by one,they quickly
appear and then they are gone,some come and fall
into your lap,could be when you are taking a nap,
and when you awake you've got some words you betake
enough lines,to make up the this,and the that,
so thoughts are a premium more precious than gold,
they help you through life the more you grow old,
no limit to them when they flooding in,have to be quick to grasp what they tick,try to be ready
for them each night,and each day,not all thoughts are light some are as heavy as lead,those ones
that stay on inside of your head,impure in their
meaning they're best shattered at first,and let your prayers always therefore,for you be a must,
for thoughts of peace and goodwill,GOD gives to
all men,bad thoughts, and bad deeds are the devils
own seeds,GOD'S rewards are all there for all men
who do care. Joe.

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