Poetry

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The poem i write about to-day,is about the ancient,
and the modern,in their own way.The first is about ten thousand years or more,goes back to GOD'S
creation that is so,it's about the BRICK,i guess,
used for buildings of every kind,even pharao had it
in mind,the children of ISREAL used straw to bind,
and buildings erected all over the earth,sublime,
and beautiful and strong as well,earned my living
with using these little units of clay,they will be there until GOD,tells to man all building stops
to-day,until that day man will keep on building
anyway,the newer material is of course concrete,
so versatile in all of its shapes,from solid block
to all kinds of design,tunnels under water,chimney
stacks not new,made with gravel,sand cement,water
of course and steel to give it strength,so until the end of time,only GOD alone do know the score,
when mankind will build no more. Joe.

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