Poetry

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Shadow,shadow on the wall,what will happen when i
fall,will you rise up and run away,and stay with me
another day,you're only a figment some will say
you are real enough when you disappear,and real
again in some dark night glare,you follow me up the
hill,even when i am standing still,you're there
again because i will.A silhoueete of a great big tree,a shadowdy figure of a she,or he,or whatever
it may be,you cannot hurt,or give hurt too,no sinful you that be true,though shadow's cannot say a word,their presence is not all that absurd,remind
me of another me,hope am not destined to live eternally soul,body,and shadow three,that would be hell where no soul is free,for soul and body will
no shadow see,for only here on earth can my shadow be,when GOD ,calls time for my shadow and me,will
be,no faults can shadow's have you see,just me.
Joe.

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