Poetry

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A simple poem i want to write to-day,its about
really nothing ,but its here to stay,a little
circle that's referred to a nought,on its own it cant be bought,put it in front of one,i owe someone
if after one grows in tens then on,in any language
its the same as well,in my own name there is a O
ancestors didant take the soup,that was a fairly long time ago,cant be without the nought no matter where you're found,THE ALMIGHTY FATHER,made
everything from nought,the space in the middle of
every nought,allows for all that fits in it,so
nothing's okay for i am part of it,hope i find out some day,my very own nought or my zero's display,
for IN GOD'S OWN CIRCLE,hope all of our souls will
stay,am i due to go in may,hurrah.
Joe.

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