Poetry

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A dream is old and yet its new,not a fable more a living legend,
since every day it may appear,matters not the time of year,two
people in it beyond compare,my poor words cannot inscribe,the
comprehension both could provide,still as a person i can or may;
believe a miracle is any day,and so a dream can even say,you see
what's real no words can shield,what's been revealed,the wise,the
unwise;GOD CAN CHOOSE,to speak what's old and also new,life is
ever changing,its journey is for a finite stay,only GOD,can give us our eternal day,regardless of our body's clay,by GOD'S OWN SON,
and his endevour,the dead now rise,to our own judgement's size,
forever.
Joe.
thank you alicia.

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