Poetry

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It's 5.28.AM.on the last sunday morning in august
then,am writing my few lines in my comfy,lumpy bed,
the sign of the cross first must make,so this is my first thoughtful prayer of the day,ithank you o
LORD,for helping me get through the night,LORD,
from your bountiful mercy and forgivness please help me get through this day again to-day,amen.
So august's goingit's sunless way making room for
september,it's coming soon perhaps we'll get an
indian summer,it would be better late than never,
will pray to the LORD,to go on my daily travels,
not many miles just local rambles,so on this last sunday of 2o11,wonder what it is like up in heaven,
any tea,bread, or butter,keep GOD'S COMMANDANTS,
and i shall see,all heaven's plentiful and free,
with GOD'S GRACE,need to live spotlessly,that's
how god do want us all to be,on that we must all agree. Joe

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