Poetry

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To go from sunday,to monday is not so strange,
unlesss time itself has been rearranged,where you may find yourself,are new people there without a
care,there's laughter sometimes in the air,no
bother,or worry,no clocks are there,in a timeless
athmosphere,in or out up or down,everyone is in a
new formed town,and life is pleasant all around,
since no body's lost all are found,all are free in freedom's light,no darkness there or cloud filled
night,some people that you once knew,have also got
their heavenly view,that's my dream hope it comes
true,time itself do last and last,for THE GOD OF
LIGHT,is in heaven so right,its never ending for
all who are in GOD'S SIGHT,in heaven's neverending
light. Joe.

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