Poetry

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it's three fifty A.M.on the sixth of june,have woken up early,it's never to soon ,these thoughts have come like a simple sum,must'ant go through
life by being glum,you may have grown up in a city
slum,it was'nt all that bad,no by gum,am still around only GOD ,knows how,and knows everything
from the first word go,it's my own choice if i want to grow,out or in,but not in sin,for trouble
starts when you know you've fallen in,the devil
waits patentily to tempt all people,your origin
may have been quite low,and had to knock on many a
door,the LORD,has helped me more,and more,so how
can i think that i am poor,the LORD,can raise up any man,it matters not how he began,what really
matters if i remain in the state of grace,or
wollow in a state of sin,GOD,forbid me from that living in,AMEN. Joe.

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