Poetry

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With each blank page,am at a stage;some words are simple to engage
BEGIN;so easy now to spell it right,sometimes its ever out of
sight,becomes replaced with may,or might;GOD KNOWS,the words are
very slow,confined to those i really know,some are weary,and some
are shy,do know why;they hurry off don't say good-bye,some are placid,and easily said,they rest a lot when in bed,they know their
place,no need to race;a mystery they may well be,like the Water's
Of The Sea,Man may bathe in it for free,but in making it GOD HAVE
THE KEY;Who else but GOD KNOWS ALL OF LIFE'S OWN HISTORY;my own
time's near up now ,says a word spelled Clock.
Joe.

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