Poetry

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A blank page,few;wise words or thoughts engage,skies gray all over the city,the Sun's gone off to some brighter spot,gray sky
words said good-bye,page builds up with my normal try,must thank THE GOOD LORD,i tell no lie,word's locked up when a mind is dull,
no rapid thoughts,or insights caught;few birds in flight,except
two pidgeons on my window sill since dawns daylight,my humble try
will make my blank page sigh,just two lines at very long last;
simple words are fine in wisdom's Well,this poor sage can only say
should i them,i will then truly ,and surely tell,blank page no
sell.
Joe.

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