Poetry

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Wont be receiving no accolades,will settle instead
for some tea,or lemonade,there is a stem for every
flower,there is a light to brighten our darkest
hour,a rain filled day have come again,it just pours down my window pane,the sky is very overcast,
it will pass like all the rest,the lateness of the day is here,my coal fire brightenes up,my room's
not bare,now that autumn's closing in,dark evenings coming soon again,GOD'S sun is ever burning bright,in some other corner's light,until it too goes out of sight,no one can commander its
presence,the GOOD LORD ABOVE,do know its essense
the light of day he gives away,advises all of us to pray,and his golden sun no one steals away,he
gives it to us come what may,to-day and every day
that's GOD'S WAY.
Joe.

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