Poetry

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I sometimes used to think that i was clever;now no never,am
somewhat like the weather,one day wet,another fine,wind and rain
may all combine,words are fine when their spelling do shine,just
three for me their importance be;My Undeniable Dream;words may
try to quantify,that very,very revealing scene,some may say just
a dream j;should it become real,then into a Monastery Garden Pray,
where thoughts and deeds decry all sins and weeds,cleverness may be an answer,still faith in GOD reveals life's final chapter,no
questioning eternity,since GOD IS WHERE,all of truths answers be,
so sincerly,undeniably,and heavenly,for thee,and me,hopefully.
Joe.

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