Poetry

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And,so my task begins to-day,some overflows from
yesterday,can do each one without dismay,just one
by one in their own way,a change of scene is in my
dream.Some powerful waves down by the sea,kept coming in and breaking then,against the bouldered
rocks,spraying those who stand and wait,until the waves then recreate,a timeless surge that is their fate,and over time they only differ,for those who come to gaze and wonder,and listen to their waters
thunder,one of OUR CREATOR'S ways to show to us and to amaze,HIS POWER WATER,thus displays.From
crashing waves to calmer seas,and wells go deep
their waters keep,until man himself can harness these,whether salty then or fresh,GOD put all these there for man's survival no less,for all water is life,and may OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR DO IT
ALL BLESS. Joe.

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