Poetry

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Should i lay my head in obscurity,no lack of thought,though years
were fraught,words themselves don't run or stray,they become a blessing when used to pray,GOD;knows their heart,and what they say,thoughts,words,acts,may lead to very simple facts,they maybe be swimming inside a head,unlikely in some empty bed,words are
sleeping in a book unread,locked away inside its pages,a secret that has been there for ages,until they become overt and free,
what are their truths,and will i then see;they may apply to thee or me,is obscurity on land or sea,its just a word,like any word
can be.
Joe.

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