Poetry

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Since the month of june has come it seems it may be
the wettest one,and the sun seems like a currant,in
alittle currant bun,cannot ask it why its said good
bye,we all know it cannot tell a lie,always out of reach,that's the way GOD,made it so,shares itself
all over the world,sometimes it scorches,depends on the land we are living in,without it all would be in darkness then,overcast or grey,the sun is there for all of us everyday,GOD,lets it shine be
we good living or no,made it and all of creation so,summers come and also go,thank the GOOD LORD,
can write this poem today,bright or sunny,dull or grey,unlike the sun am not here to stay,from j;
many thanks to the lady who liked my unplaned day,
good day i'll say.
Joe.

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