Poetry

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Nighttime quietly comes around,sometimes you'd
hardly hear a sound,morning seems to march right in
that means then i begin again,the newness of another day,fore starting then some prayers to say,
that tedious job that wasant done,can add to it another one,dont put it aside do it right away,
realise all too well my inner struggles reality can
tell,all daily living THE GOOD LORD,keeps on giving
and tiny crosses not all that great,should be thanking the GOOD LORD MORE for the gift of faith,
when day's got through to evening time,and the clock have hastened to the hour of nine,get ready to meet the next one then,and go to my bed when my
prayers are said,read or write till my mind have
said,dreamland next now reality's fled.
Joe.

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