Poetry

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Although am only a speck of dust,and my life devoleped from some milk,and crust's into a human person thus,my soul of course is my unending plus,
and its part is in every single one of us,my body can be well,and unwell too,so fragile or so powerfully built,some can work down a mineshaft,scale a mountain or scour the ocean deep,
to locate a treasure keep,or save someone from raging seas,in or out of space,we'll always be the human race,an atom split into how many pieces,only
ALMIGHTY GOD,knows its thesis,and the final number of its pieces,we speculate what GOD,can create.
He can tell us all our fate,through faith,cannot
wait to see him thus,who makes such marvelous atoms
and all of us,out of just a speck of dust,with soul and body,that's all of man,GOD,knows the plan.
though we're only made from clay,GOD gives to each of us an everlasting day,someday.
Joe.

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