Poetry

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Words themselves,can be so revealing;from basement floor,to the
height of any ceiling,hope TO GOD,i do not become a sad ingrate,
but try to live life with a living faith,then there is a word
spelled Grace;its not a place,it is being in a certain state,
GOD grants to all this special favor depends upon my own soul's
behavior,two simple words are sod,and clod;whilst living here on earth i plod,hope am living good,the opposite to bad,and sad;
words are fair if they teach me to hear,pages blank words must
have sank,if they surface in water tank;put them in their rank
and file,use your own very own unique style,these are the
shortness of my own today,will PRAY TO GOD,ON THIS SABBATH
SUNDAY.
Joe.

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